Kevevs – Member
Beer is so last year. Few lines of coke pre-ride. Speedballs to keep going. Bit of ketamine post-ride…
Many, many years ago, in Aberdeen, my regular bunch of riding mates invited my pisshead mate out on the next ride, and to my surprise, he was very enthusiastic about it. I'd tried to get him out on his bike several times with no joy; "I'll hold you all up, I'm totally unfit, I'll be embarassed", etc., etc…
Even more surprising – on the day he kept up amazingly well all day long. He was up front most of the time, pedalling with furious and wanton abandon. We smoked a bit of weed and drank a few tinnies – all in all, a glorious day out.
On the way back though he started flagging and eventually just stopped dead. We went back to find him and he was lying in the heather hyper-ventilating – turned out he'd been necking speed all day and had run out, poor b@st@rd. Taxi for Boozy Pete.