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@dglshrn
I have genuinely fond memories of cycling back from work drunk and high, when I was a wee 16 year old chef in very, very rural North Wales.
It was a 3 mile cycle on roads without any streetlamps, or other cars. I did get attacked by badgers once, but that's another story.
My best/worst night was after a late night at work (we were celebrating something), so more drunk than usual, then the regular few spliffs by the reservoir then home to the parents. Fuck knows how long it took me to get home as I seemed to forget how to turn corners so I'd go straight for 10 metres, at which point I'd encounter a corner, THINK to myself "Ooh, I need to turn, there's a corner coming" and as I mulled that over go straight into the hedge.
I did this repeatedly for 3 Miles.
I wasn't in any danger as I was going incredibly slowly, it was summer so the hedges were green and comfy and there wasn't another person for miles.
Good, good times.
Riding in the city? Done that. Always feel like a prick the next day, especially when I managed to fuck my neck up beasting it up Honor Oak Hill on my way back from Peckham last week. Fuck knows how I managed it, I think I must have not realised quite how much effort I was putting in.