Bicycle riding while properly drunk or otherwise out of your mind

[Too Tall]

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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[ides1056]

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.

[Too Tall]

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.

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.

[ides1056]

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.

[charliedid]

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

[Chik]

It's become a thing in Flanders.


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

[guido]

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.

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.

[thollandpe]

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

[ides1056]

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.

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

[guido]

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

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.

[Too Tall]

I predict this thread has a long life.

[Tom]

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.

[robin3mj]

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.