Bicycle riding while properly drunk or otherwise out of your mind

If you are neither of the above categories than take note, you get a hallpass.

Flannel long sleeve shirts.

My sincere, deep and hones apologies if you are they. I'll look deeply into your eyes and whisper "honey, no."

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I worked at the Coffee Connection in Cambridge, MA summer after sophomore year in college while attending BU art school. One Saturday night after work I swung a leg over my bike to ride home to Brookline and went right over the other side. Though what I wore escapes me, I was listening to Bob Marley and made it home without further incident.

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I worked at the Coffee Connection in Cambridge, MA summer after sophomore year in college while attending BU art school. One Saturday night after work I swung a leg over my bike to ride home to Brookline and went right over the other side. Though what I wore escapes me, I was listening to Bob Marley and made it home without further incident.

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Huge style points.

I've got another. Sitting on a beach with some pals maybe outside Tel Aviv maybe drinking to excess cheap wine. When we decided to break up the party I got on my bicycle and started wobbling home. "Oh looky at that State Flag just asking to be taken home". Imagine drunk me way up a flag pole unclipping this flag because the cord was locked? Imagine there were armed patrols incoming who, thank g-d, were too engaged to look up. I was pooping square bricks until they passed by. Still have that flag.

Who knew that riding bicycles while drunk was a good idea?

*PS There was NO flannel involved.

That could have ended poorly.
I bet you've given that some thought over the years.

You captured the flag. I'd definitely keep that.

The last time I rode a bicycle drunk was the last time I was drunk and the last time I had a drink.

It's become a thing in Flanders.
https://youtu.be/m7NY6DIyxiw

https://www.grinta.be/nl/blog/lumber...mburgse-kempen

When I was a youth I had an uncontrolled problem and it is fortunate I had no car because I'd ride my bike home and next day not remember.

I've always envied the sort of casual shirt and bike shorts look (e.g. what you see on the Radavist) but I feel ridiculous. Granted I'm not much of a clothes horse (and haven't been for over a decade) but it just doesn't look right - probably in the same way that I have trouble wearing an untucked shirt.

I did just order an LL Bean checked shirt as a Christmas gift from my parents so we'll see - don't think it will become bike gear though.

I used to do an annual fall ride called the "Captain Morgan Eliminator".

The "highlight" of the ride was a series of matched elimination sprints through two parallel culverts, with one rider in each culvert. You'd race the other person, but have no idea how fast they were going, or in some instances if they were even trying to race you.

As it was a fall ride, hunter orange and warm clothes were a must, and we consumed lots of rum to stay warm.

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I worked at the Coffee Connection in Cambridge, MA summer after sophomore year in college while attending BU art school. One Saturday night after work I swung a leg over my bike to ride home to Brookline and went right over the other side. Though what I wore escapes me, I was listening to Bob Marley and made it home without further incident.

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I was a nearly constant patron and occasional employee of the Coffee Connection from '79 through the Starbucks buyout, so I'm sure our paths crossed back in the day. Fondly remembered times indeed.

Flannel-lined jeans are a plus for low-speed spills brought on by inebriation.

This may or may not have something to do with a recent celebratory lap of the neighborhood, after dark, on the fat bike. Covid risk from a labrador retriever licking your face while laying in a leafy gutter, that’s near zero, right?

PS tire pressure was all wrong

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I was a nearly constant patron and occasional employee of the Coffee Connection from '79 through the Starbucks buyout, so I'm sure our paths crossed back in the day. Fondly remembered times indeed.

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I was there summer of '81. Wonderful crew. I was a dishwasher.

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I was there summer of '81. Wonderful crew. I was a dishwasher.

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I mostly did fill-ins for holidays as a favor to management. The bar or retail. I was working for software startups in and around central square and living in somerville, allston, jp and brookline.

I predict this thread has a long life.

Used To Be’s (what a great name for a bar) was about 2+ miles from my folks beach house in NJ.

Our options were: get a ride there and walk back or just ride the beach cruisers. This was way before Uber and cabs were scarce enough that even if you successfully called one it’d have been likely to get snagged by someone else before you were able to climb in.

Rt 35 was two lanes in each direction separated by a block in between, including said tavern. Speed limit 35-40 and full of jersey shore idiots on the weekend. Thank gawd the shoulder was clearly painted and nearly the width of a third lane on its own. I shudder to think.

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I predict this thread has a long life.

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As described in an earlier thread, the second of my several collar bone fractures occurred on the way home from a wine tasting at the bosses back yard. I rode my bike so I that wouldn't have to drive home drunk. Crashed at the end of his driveway. Concussion, too!
I gave up riding while drunk after that (late 70s).

My wife laughs/cringes about my "and we were drinking stories" from my youth

Titles of a few of the stories could be:

Early 90's - Mte Ste Anne World Cup Famous People with Broken Collar Bones
Early 90's Mte Ste Anne World Cup Pierced Lip Experience
Late 90's - Mte Ste Anne - Gondola Ride to the "Sexy" Party
Montreal / Hull and other dirty strip clubs with Olympic athletes
A few fireball experiences that are best forgotten,if I could remember them.
"I am the Mayor of Beer Town"

Bixi riding in Montreal at the jazz festival - wife was part of this one

A not so funny one is the junior athlete that was hit by a car walking back to his condo at Mount Ste Anne.

Ask DCT about the time it took me 25 minutes to find his apartment in Greenwich on my bike from about a mile away earlier this year. Better than driving home from the bar.

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Ask DCT about the time it took me 25 minutes to find his apartment in Greenwich on my bike from about a mile away earlier this year. Better than driving home from the bar.

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That sounds like a worth venture.

Get him to tell about getting locked out of his hotel room.

I'd rather see the flannel shirt crowd riding bikes than driving trucks.

Bottom line, as long as you are riding a bike, you get a pass on the style. Note: I have almost totally abandonned the bib short for my riding, even on the road.

As for riding while drunk I did it. Not very proud of it.

About 12 years ago my now ex-wife owned a very boujee bakery and coffee shop. We had a New Years Eve party where I was the bartender.. I was in my early 30’s and had just started drinking. We found a book at a thrift store called ‘Mixed Drinks According to your Astrological Sign’. When someone would come to the bar I would ask their sign then mix a drink accordingly. I was fairly new to booze so I hadn’t tried most of them-but a couple of sips out of 40-50 drinks later I was full on Robozooted! Yikes-I told my wife I would just ride home.. couple of things-I had pretty much only eaten a block of scallion cashew blue cheese, my house was 15 miles away with a 2.8 mile climb at 6%, and I did not have a bike. She left and I realized my lack of bike. I found one outside of the depot, very basic box store bike.. I started riding it—

January 1st at about 7:15 in the morning I woke up in a ditch half way up that hill covered ina blue cheese like coating of vomit. Finished the ride home realizing I had made a wonderful section and stolen a bike. My ex said, ‘I was wondering when you would get home.’

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That sounds like a worth venture.

Get him to tell about getting locked out of his hotel room.

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Oh yea, wasn't he nekked or something? Was that NAHBS?

Drunken riding started for me in the 70's.

Car-based shenanigans, because we were schooled on driving by TV shows like Rockford Files and Streets of San Francisco (and movies like Bullitt and The French Connection), meant we were grounded from car use much of the time. So my best friend and I rode to parties.

Keg parties were usually at the margins of town, sand pits, tobacco fields, cul-de-sac developments, etc. The bike always enabled an escape route, whereas cars had to go through a pinch point.

Ride home was always in the pitch dark, no helmet, no lights. We rat raced like fiends, or weaved like buffoons, and then split up for the last mile home on our own.

One night I get a call from my wingman, come get me, I hit a deer. Anger ensued because my current grounding was from car damage due to a deer hit, which my parents assumed was a cover story for other shenanigans.

He was following standard procedure, riding the crown of the road on a moonless night, almost going by feel save the occasional glimpse of the yellow line. The deer was astride the yellow line when he t-boned it at 20 mph. He sailed cleanly over the bars and landed flat on his back. Laid there on the road, half drunk and all stunned, hearing something on the road next to him wheezing with its wind knocked out. Heard its hooves scrape on the road as it got up and walked it off. The bike had a tacoed front wheel and the fork legs were folded back.

A good friend of mine worked for the USDA in downtown DC. One July 4th I rode from my office in Alexandria to his work to attend a rooftop party from which to watch the fireworks. We drank and ate and watched fireworks, eventually collecting our bikes from their onsite bike locker/secure area. I made it to the key bridge on the bike but then encountered a huge mob of people walking across the bridge. I cleared a path by making siren noises at the top of my lungs. I felt so powerful I’m that moment, people clearing the way for two drunks on track bikes.

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A good friend of mine worked for the USDA in downtown DC. One July 4th I rode from my office in Alexandria to his work to attend a rooftop party from which to watch the fireworks. We drank and ate and watched fireworks, eventually collecting our bikes from their onsite bike locker/secure area. I made it to the key bridge on the bike but then encountered a huge mob of people walking across the bridge. I cleared a path by making siren noises at the top of my lungs. I felt so powerful I’m that moment, people clearing the way for two drunks on track bikes.

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That was you???? I was doing the "ding ding ding ding" ;)

I built a "bar bike" for a fun summer in DC last year before my baby was born. Alas, covid, no bars for the bar bike yet.

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I built a "bar bike" for a fun summer in DC last year before my baby was born. Alas, covid, no bars for the bar bike yet.

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Details! In my mind a bar bike has got to be barely rideable so you can find it after leaving it unlocked is subsequently stolen and chucked because...it's a bar bike.

I have several Pub Bikes. Most are vintage Schwinn girls Breezers or Hollywoods. (I think Evel Knievel caused us boys to break all the boys Schwinns) Put a big basket on the front and a 3 digit Abus lock, good to go. Yea it is the clunkiest bike in the corral, but it gets you there. I don't advise riding up hills on them much. I won't drive with alcohol on board, but the pub bike will get you to and home on all the back streets. They also double as out of town guest bikes used for going for ice cream, dining, seeing the University, attending events along the river and of course pub crawls. Best $100 bucks per bike I ever spent. Warning, do not do any work other than oiling the chain on those bikes. When you open up the bearings nightmares will occur. At best just throw a bit of fresh grease in there. I didn't know a couple broken spokes doesn't always effect the quality of ride in all bikes.

In college, I would do a fair bit of intoxicated urban freeriding with local hooligans. Mostly in full face helmets to prevent easy identification. The local constabulary would give chase but never prevail. They wound up hiring the owner of a local shop - who led the rides - to do handling skills workshops so they could get good enough on MTBs to catch us.

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Details! In my mind a bar bike has got to be barely rideable so you can find it after leaving it unlocked is subsequently stolen and chucked because...it's a bar bike.

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I got a used 2010 Jamis Aurora Elite a few years back for a couple hundred. Learned to do my own bike work with it and replaced near everything on it. Recently did a flat bar conversion and the only things left stock are the headset, rear rack, disc calipers, and FD! It's a bit nicer than it needs to be but it will also fill the role of baby hauler in a month or two when my kid is old enough. Have a stem mounted baby seat read to install. It will also be one of my two commuters and grocery getters once the plauge is over.

I'm fortunate to have never had a bike stolen here so I'm not too worried about locking it up. I'm also a professional drunk and will not have any problems keeping track of it after a late night... If I'm ever allowed to have those again!

Had dreams last summer party hopping to some BBQs and bars on it, but alas...

Here are some pics I took not too long ago:
https://imgur.com/a/LB7UteT

Nice Rig Smitty, it would not last 10 seconds in DC.