Riding drunk

Just fucking fell off my bike drunk.

Bloody clipless pedals, at least the only thing hurt is my honour given I was with a bunch of rugby mates

classic of the genre last night. from stockwell to kilburn. pretty much pissed. then some little cunts tried to steal my bikefrom outside woody's grill when i stopped for a restorative chicken shish wrap. i fended them off with a steely gaze and determined jaw line. then i followed them for a bit and did that "i see you" point to the eyes and then at them thing. haha.

Not just me, then? WTF happened?

All the pissheads except me left.
We moved office to the 'shitty'.
We were given far more work than we could possibly complete.

I ride completly drunk many times until the day I crash three times, I was quiet piss after been drinking red wine after work.

in my way home I manage to crash against a tree (!?!?!?) don't ask me how, I just remember standing in the floor looking the tree. Second one I was in the bus lane, I don't know what I did but I felt in my own, when I stand up a bus driver was looking at me like if he was looking a green dog. And the last one in front of my house door trying to take the shoes out the clips.

next morning my gf told me that my face was cover in blood, all dirty and speaking non sense

the worse was the damages, I fucked the front wheel, the watch, chip a tooth, rip the t-shirt, the best nothing the serious happen to me, the blood in the faces were some scratches

in my defense I have to say that was a summer day and was hot, and that a had drink before similar quantities of wine

now I try no to get completely wasted if I have to ride

hello.

yup. done it so many times.

remember riding ~8 miles back home. that's a lie. i don't remember riding. only unlocking the bike and then arriving home, looking up at the house in amazement and falling over. waking up with the bike in the room. room was on the third floor.

did think that'd i'd impress mate and some bird by jumping off a wall about 3ft high, something that i'd done many times before sober, on my mtb. tried it on my mate's old clunker and remember falling directly to the floor, grinding my face along the tarmac. shredded my elbow and now have a nice scar there.

we used to play fahrrad kreig when we were pissed on our way home. basically consisted of riding at one another at speed trying to take the other out. between three of us we destroyed four bikes, none of them ours, and replaced the wheels with those from abandoned bikes at the train station. surprisingly my old lady shopper, circa 1975, never suffered more than a bent mud guard.

we were at our local oktoberfest last weekend. i got free beer as my firm had put up the tent. mate and i got royally drunk. remember him dropping his mass in someonesw caravan, us running to bikes. faffing with the locks and him riding no more than 30yards and crashing to the floor. no kerb, pothole. just flat road. he got back up on the bike and it wasn't till we got home we saw his entire leg was missing skin and oozing blood. should post a pic up really. very funny....

Radl

"dropping his mass" hahaha I thought you meant having a shit and then remembered that 1L beer mugs in Germany are called a 'mass'.

I think I need to drop my mass..

riding drunk is fun...don't think i've ridden over a mile in that condition though lol....careful

shit, i think we've all been there - i rode home and couldn't remember a think....and I also lost the lock that was wrapped around my waist somewhere en route. I got home safe, but you can't help feeling you may have caused carnage on the way!

going to have to resurrect this thread to confess to shameful drunken stack into a bus stop full of people on saturday night.

went out riding in the day and then met the girlfriend at a pub in islington for a friend's afternoon birthday drinks. from there to old street for more drinks and some grub. then to a shitty club in hoxton square for a colleague's birthday. the night was pretty horrible and i spent a lot of time shuttling to and from the bar to kill time until the place closed at 1 by which time there had been (among many other things) tequila.

miss dooks blagged a lift home and i decided to ride knowing full well i shouldn't. it took me quite a long time to change back into my cycling shoes and roll up my jeans without falling over. i then rolled off through the back streets of hoxton. i went up city road and was careful not to jump the lights all the time thinking "easy now easy now - you're way too drunk to be doing this. just take it easy". i was just starting to relax a bit when i made it across the crossroads and had to pull out to overtake a stopped bus. i looked over my right shoulder to check the way was clear and just totally lost my balance. i wobbled massivley and when i looked back to the front i was no longer riding parallel to the kerb but was heading straight towards it, totally out of control. i remember the queue of people scattering out of the way as i crashed drunkenly into the kerb. i must have somehow managed to unclip and vault the bars. i remember careening across the pavement and crashing into the bus shelter as my bike clattered on to the pavement behind me. i sat down hard amongst a crowd of startled people. all i could do was sit there and laugh with my head in my hands.

i eventaully managed to regain enough composure to remount and continue the rest of the way home. very. slowly.

shame

EDIT: just had a bit of a flashback. despite the best good intentions to take it easy in the immediate aftermath of the above, i've just remembered that what i *actually *did was practice bunny hops pretty much the entire way home.

Yep, after the Docklands ride I ended up a little worse for wear. This was probably due to the Jaegar and whisky being passed around as well as the Sambuca Rich made me drink. Went the wrong way for quite a few miles and got horribly lost! I do remember crashing into a pole at one point and bent my brake lever. One minute I was riding in a straight line, the next I was riding straight at a road sign and then skidding on my shoulder - nice!

I thought i was bad but then i spoke to Ted!
One night he got so pissed he went for ride through the Blackwall tunnel. came around half hour later, no bike, no wallet. nothing. so strolled for 2 hours trying to find his bike. stumbled into a kebab shop. got a free meal, by then things started making sense so makes his way back to the Blackwall tunnel and finds his bike lying on the edge just outside with his wallet and 3/4s a tin of K cider. upright!
So he finishes his cider...

Fucking puts me to shame!

i always ride to and from the pub/bar/club, so riding drunk happens fairly often. i ride solid as a rock when drunk even if i cant walk like a human.

i much prefer riding stoned though, the feeling of the air passing over my body feels great, but im alot more cautious than normal becuase i overcompensate for the fact that im baked.

couple of times ive had some pills and had the brilliant decision to go for a ride. it is amzingly fun to do, but afterwoods i always praise the bikes gods that i came out unscathed and feel guilty about how reckless ive been.

couple of times ive had some pills and had the brilliant decision to go for a ride. it is amzingly fun to do, but afterwoods i always praise the bikes gods that i came out unscathed and feel guilty about how reckless ive been.

Bin there. Crazy fun at the time - next day the "What the fuck were we thinking of?!" feeling kicks in. Never again.

I never ride drunk, it's so irresponsible to do such a thing.

EDIT: just had a bit of a flashback. despite the best good intentions to take it easy in the immediate aftermath of the above, i've just remembered that what i *actually *did was practice bunny hops pretty much the entire way home.

Fucking brilliant.

Not that I condone this sort of behaviour in any way, shape or form....

I cycled home the other night after a "do". Now, the plan was a couple of beers, a few orange juices, and an early evening ride home. Now, the beer was free. All of them. The cocktails were free. All of them. The time was three (which ryhmes with 3).

I had thought to myself, I'll just take it easy, go slow and be very careful, but! It turns out I had zero control. I couldn't stay straight no matter how hard I tried. Kept swinging widly out into the road, across to the other side and all sorts. I was thinking, man, if a car's coming behind me or the other way, I'm fucked.

Balance issues contiuned, and I soon found myself sprawled over the bonnet of a car. But it was stopped, and waiting for me, and I just fell into it! The guy was shouting at me like "what the fuck are you doing?" I could only reply "I don't know".

Sufficied to say, I didn't enjoy the experience at all. And won't be doing it again. Cycling that drunk is different to a couple of pints (which still think isn't a good idea) All the near misses are a bit much for me to take. And all the unkown injuries in the morning too...

Any way, I'm out on Friday night, and everyone has already banned me from cycling home! For my own good.

So has anyone ever thrown up while riding a bicycle? I came pretty close a couple of years ago, but that was due to bad Malaysian food, not booze.

Maybe another use for the personal air bag ?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/7633989.stm

Never puked on the bike, but have had some nice carnage with road rash after boozing too much. It was dark and there was sand and plenty of margaritas. Effing hurt!

i always ride to and from the pub/bar/club, so riding drunk happens fairly often. i ride solid as a rock when drunk even if i cant walk like a human.

i much prefer riding stoned though, the feeling of the air passing over my body feels great, but im alot more cautious than normal becuase i overcompensate for the fact that im baked.

couple of times ive had some pills and had the brilliant decision to go for a ride. it is amzingly fun to do, but afterwoods i always praise the bikes gods that i came out unscathed and feel guilty about how reckless ive been.

Fuckin A man, those bike gods got my back, i'm gonna get them a little something for christmas, keep them sweet for next year

@ Greasy Slag & Melon

Was having a similiar conversation with a few people at Souths this week, discussing how can you stagger towards your stead, try and jam the wrong key in your bike lock, yet as soon as you get in the saddle the bike gods hand guides you home!

We have Tuesday night pub runs all year with a couple of awards for best attended and most sloshed.
I am the proud holder of the 'Tuesday's Overly Sloshed Social Evening Rider' O:-)

Awarded for the most eventful event/accident of the pub run season [Sept - Sept]
You may remember my altercation with a chain last November ::-) all past winners and events duly recorded on the back of the plate, what do you mean I was on there in 2004 as well :o

Just bottom right you can see the Pewter Tankard the 'MASTER Best Attended Tuesday Evening Rider' suitably engraved with Master. B. A. T. E. R and the years and names of recipients, I last won that one in 2000

ah yes, unlocking the bike is always a mission by itself. somtimes ive tried repeatedly turning the key around to make it fit for half and hour or so.

yes, the next challenge is getting the front door open and getting your bike through it without leaving tyre tracks everywhere

.... and scrapping the pedals along the wall.