LSD on a bike are you mad?!

I can't even remember starting this thread.

If you'd remembered it, you wouldn't have started it.

i met a guy at a pub, i was bored that day so i humored him and brought up the idea that we should go on an acid bike ride

the next day he knocked on my door, shitty old mountain bike in hand
and me with my old red and white ralleigh i picked up for a tenner outside of a pub, off a strange juggling dutch girl i knew from circus school

there is a large river than runs through my city and after a thew painful hours of "ACT NORMAL ACT NORMAL!" incidents with passers by on canoes etc, desperately trying to roll a half decent cigarette, though the same time thinking this is what the wind and the willows must have felt like, we decided now that the sun had finally set it was possibly a decent idea that we tried to head home

cycling down the path along the river i came across a very large greasy goblin screaming my name

it was a little awkward having a conversation with this big Beasty man as i went to school with him and his unwashed hair and awful complexion was beginning to make me feel that i wasn't in the wind in the willows anymore, but in some kind of remake of lord of the rings, but filmed through a fish eye lens

i abruptly began to run, "SORRY MATE, ILL EXPLAIN LATER!" and continued on my journey

through a field

it had flooded

i thought i was going to die

luckily i got myself out of the swamp

(actually more of a puddle)

continuing on my way again...

thinking it was an excellent idea to cycle on the roads, (as cycling on the pavements is obviously illegal) and cycling on acid isnt, obviously, duh
i headed down the side streets to avoid the mains and found myself unable to see,
each light from cars, houses, bikes, traffic merged into one swirling pattern, and as i began to cycle down the kaleidoscope of Death i began to wonder "where the fuck am i going? am i on the right side of the road? no wait i need to the on the left! is this actually a road.....i just need to go east, or is it north, perhaps i should just fly, i wish gravity would come back then i would be able to go north...perhaps not, don't want to fall into the sky again........ "

i don't know how i survived that night

although i must say i really do regret these things and its damn lucky no-one got hurt

^Wow. Great story.

The last time I rode a bike on acid (a couple of microdots), I was doing a 3 mile each way trip to the garage for a few bits and pieces.

After a fairly traumatic outbound ride, during which my socks liquified, my drop handlebars grew to the width of a pterodactyl's wingspan, and the road went upside down for a bit, I was nervous about finding my way home again.

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There was a phone box next to the garage (I had no mobile), so I assigned it as my emergency basecamp, to which I would return if the homeward journey became too treacherous. But to ensure that I remained able to find basecamp, I cunningly bought a few containers of table salt. Then I rode along one-handed whilst simultaneously laying a trail of salt along the tarmac.

And some people have the nerve to suggest acid messes with your brain.

Guys, you're not selling me on the idea. Awful entertaining though.

They are certainly selling me.

I cunningly bought a few containers of table salt. Then I rode along one-handed whilst simultaneously laying a trail of salt along the tarmac.

I could imangine myself coming up with an idea like this if I was on my own and tripping. You dont have a mate to tell you its a silly idea and to just get on with it and cycle back.

I'm sober (well relatively for this thread) and it sounds lime a great idea...

I might lay a trail of salt on my commute tomorrow just to see of anyone notices...

Just wait until winter.. they lay the trails of salt for you..

I'm making a short film for the BFF next year about cycling while under the influence of drugs, recreational rather than performance enhancing. Provisionally called "Bicycle Day 2", I'm hoping just to get a few personal experiences as vox pops, either good or bad, of people cycling on trips, ecstasy, ketamine, speed, etc. Privacy / anonymity respected at all time.

FWIW I should point out I'm not a copper looking for people to haul themselves in... anyone in the polo forum can vouch for me. I hope!

If you're interested in contributing, please drop me a PM. Doesnt have to be anything particularly crazy or exciting, just a bit about how you felt, whether it was good or bad, scary or fun, if you would do it again, etc.

I'm sure this guy will have an interesting anecdote or two..

Kevin, i'm up for boring you with drug tales, we can talk at polo... You going to beginners this week?

I also think we should organise six people on a different substance each to play polo... By we I mean some one with contacts and by six people I mean me :)

Heya Louis, thanks for that, Tuesday evenings are never any good for me though because I work late that night unfortunately. Are you going tomorrow? I could probably make it there by 9pm or so if you want to talk, even if you could re-tell your story from this thread then that would just be perfect, doesnt have to be for very long at all. I could give you your shirt back as well, I still have it...

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I just read this... Lovely story BMMF.

The last time I rode a bike on acid (a couple of microdots), I was doing a 3 mile each way trip to the garage for a few bits and pieces.

After a fairly traumatic outbound ride, during which my socks liquified, my drop handlebars grew to the width of a pterodactyl's wingspan, and the road went upside down for a bit, I was nervous about finding my way home again.

What to do, what to do…

OBVIOUS!

There was a phone box next to the garage (I had no mobile), so I assigned it as my emergency basecamp, to which I would return if the homeward journey became too treacherous. But to ensure that I remained able to find basecamp, I cunningly bought a few containers of table salt. Then I rode along one-handed whilst simultaneously laying a trail of salt along the tarmac.

And some people have the nerve to suggest acid messes with your brain.