[Closed] Cider Cycle Challenge!!!!

Found this and it made me laugh!!! anyone up for it next year?

Cycling blind (drunk)

Its 9.15am, the sun's shining and it's my favourite Friday of the year. This day is a momentous day in cycling history, a triumph in the books of men so no mere mortal dare step up to the challenge that lay ahead - the Tour de France you say? No. Only a few select middle aged, slightly larger men who have an obsession with cycling (more talking then cycling) and a love for dodgy tasting cider. Today was our yearly cider cycle challenge but before we start i don't want to condone cycling under the influence of alcohol and all cycling was conducted on paths, bushes and whatever else got in the way. Myself, James, John and a handful of willing volunteers from all over the country shipped their bikes in with [url= http://cyclesent.co.uk ]bike couriers[/url] and needed very little convincing when commencing on the yearly cycling trip from one end of our humble city of Worcester to the other side. The rules were very simple, the challenge would be done in stages, no one was allowed to steal anyone else's bike but that never stopped any tweaking to the bike which always leads to disaster and finally you had to have a pint of cider in every pub we visited (8 pubs in total). Every year only a select few complete the challenge due to numerous problem which were mostly cider related problems but this year i was ready, i had put the training in, had a good breakfast and prayed luck was on my side. The first few pubs are fairly pleasant and the guys socialised in good spirit, catching up on old stories and talking about new toys for their bikes but by the time we had reached the sixth pub the cider had worked its magic, 3 down and 9 remaining! We lost one due to a technical error (someone chained his bike to a toilet door) and the other two went down the wrong path of the blurry double vision i suspect. Needless to say i was feeling strong, this was going to be my year after falling short last year due to only eating a flapjack before drinking 7 pints and waking up in a hedge still clipped into my bike. I looked over at James who was looking a bit worse for wear so i subtly reminded him there were only two more pints to finish by holding up what resembled the peace sign from across the room but again i suspect with his double vision it looked more like a four and he took it upon himself to secretly slid out the door and retire from the competition fuss free. The seventh pub was all just a blur, once i had left the sixth pub the fresh air had taken its toll on me and now i could see three paths instead on two. I would love to tell you the rest of the story however i never made the eighth pub and John went with a few guys to not only the eight but another two more pubs. It was a great night, few funny memories and no one got hurt so until next year at the cider cycle challenge.