Altered Riding

[Rotifer]

I've tried, um, quite a few different different substances while riding over the years. Espresso (great, still do when I have good coffee), Pot Anglais (http://secretsofthepeloton.com/html.files/banned.html) (can be great post ride, can also be a drag - never attempt to learn how to manual while drunk), marijuana (possibly one of the greatest cycling drugs of all time but plagued by attendant social stigma and lung problems), Ma-Huang (Ok in moderation, but some people appear to have had problems with it), EnduroxR4 (absolutely necessary for me). O.k., I've never tried EPO, Amphetamines and Pot Belge - and I never will. I did do LSD once in college on a bike trip (about 10 years ago), at one point I drifted off with the idea that I was on a yaak in the Himalaya. I think it had something to do with the mountains, trail and crystal clear light. Not a bad experience but (for me, again) best left for youth and flexible brains. Anybody else bold enought to share their experiences?

I have to add Enervit GT, that stuff kicks butt.

[wooglin-at-home]

If I remembered them I'd be happy to share, but I don't. There are pictures, though, or so I'm told....

[Rotifer]

Yes, well ... I woke up with my bike, literally, in bed with me once. I've never quite figured that out. I'm headed home and off on a ride. :D

[mohaka]

I don't have much to bring to the table on this one, but I'll share what I got.
I have not done any substances while riding, but at times I am pretty fond of filling up the hydro-pack with Mike's hard lemonade while I mow the lawn and perform other menial yard-chores.
That's it.--Pretty pathetic, huh.:o

[Rotifer]

That's it.--Pretty pathetic, huh.
No, I think a camel back full of hard lemonade and a lawn mower are an interesting match. I certainly don't advocate doing drugs (nor do I mind if others do them - well - crank is for losers), but I did and some of the stories are funny. I still haven't decided how to explain this to my children.

[mohaka]

Originally posted by Rotifer

I still haven't decided how to explain this to my children.

My preferred method is to wait 'til they ask -then go with whatever seems right at that moment. Yeah Wing it, I guess is my preferred method.

[hairygrump]

Originally posted by Rotifer
(can be great post ride, can also be a drag - never attempt to learn how to manual while drunk

I have never, ever in my life hit my head so hard as when I did this. I stumbled around, blind from the pain, for about 2 minutes while my brother rode circles around me laughing, then I puked all over my parents' front yard. Then I passed out.

I would also add that you shouldn't watch the Chain Reaction videos after attending an open-bar wedding reception, as they lead to the above-mentioned mistakes almost without fail.

Still can't do that blasted thing.

[Rotifer]

Phew ... I thought I was the only one that had tried.

[Divscotty]

I don't have much to offer either. But I did live through the 60's then the 70's. But I sure do like the idea of Mikes Lemonade in the camelbak. Don't care for Rick's hard lemonade much. Gives me heartburn.

although I do have a flask and I have been known to enjoy Jose Cuervo or Segram 7 and during cold weather I have a tiny thermos with hot chocolate with a shot of coffee crystals and butterscoth snops.

:rolleyes:

[Paolo]

Last night I found myself waiting outside the headquarters - a social center callled "Global Village" - until 10:30 last night. I should have been elsewhere, studying Dickens' HARD TIMES. But, I had to get some "herbals." In the past, I have had good quality. And I have had inferior quality, too. One thing which I discovered is that the "herba" comes from Albania. When it is of low grade, they spray it with ammonia in order to give it a better bang - what's this? I thought I practiced with natural drugs...I guess not. The smell is off, and, I am told it is bad for you. I believe it. Plus, once you are here, you adopt there methods of rolling everything with tobacco. The hash here is pretty nice, in fact, but dealing with drug dealers is sometimes difficult. As an American living in Italy, I have found my way around, and because of my dark complexion, I fit in. The bike takes me everywhere I go and as a result, I am able to meet lots of people. We smoke sometimes. It is a big business here - I just wish they would leave the stuff natural. On one particular summer night, some time ago, I had just scored and I made a stop at Circus Maximus - this was where the ancient Romans had there chariot races thousands of years ago. During the summertime, it becomes crowded with young Italian men and women, and a medley of Easterners and Westerners. There is singing, drums, guitar, and lots and lots of hash being burned. That night I was passing through. I stopped awhile - burned one - looked at the full moon, and made my mind to take an adventure down a street I had not discovered before. The street took me into the shadows of trees that grew along both sides of the streets. I made a stop to look at the ruins - the Thermal Baths of Caracalla - and was called upon from across the road. I couldn't make out the image of who was calling me, and I didn't want to go too close. I mounted my steed and pressed on. To the right of me I passed an image that came from a nightmare - it was a prostitute with a clown painted face, and her dress pulled down enought to expose one of her breasts. I was horrified. I pressed on. I was heading toward a major road and decided to turn back. Where I stopped to turn around, I found another prostitute on the other side of the road. She was young, oriental with long black hair, and she must have been at least four to six months pregnant. I was high, and, I was horrified. The images I saw that night are haunting. I rode my ass home and ... :confused:

[Rotifer]

Wow. Why did that story play in black and white for me? It was like a Fellini film or something. I couldn't stand the way the Europeans always rolled their joints with tobacco. I convinced a friend to try it without and he found the taste strange. :rolleyes:

[Paolo]

I thought it was an Italian thing to roll tobacco with everything - do they roll tobacco with the herb in Amsterdam? Or Spain? France? Are Americans the only ones who use pipes? That is what the Italians think Americans are notorious for - as well as the American students here as well. I bought an Indian pipe - called a ??? I forgot what the thing was called... not a hookah...damn. The more often I use, the more things I forget...probably not too good for a university student...

[Rotifer]

I liked Holland - it's bike heaven. They have bike roads with underpasses, stoplights ... very cool. You can ride the length of the country on these things. Nope, everyone seems to want to roll their pot with tobacco - we educated our peers right on through Ireland. :D

[una-velocidad]

Moonshine last December. That's all I remember.

[steevee]

Originally posted by Paolo
[ I bought an Indian pipe - called a ??? I forgot what the thing was called... not a hookah...damn. The more often I use, the more things I forget...probably not too good for a university student... [/B]

...it is called a "chillum" I believe...is it a tapered tube like pipe, about 15cm long?

...I spelled that like it sounds. Used to smoke one with some waiter dudes I used to work with. Really f***s you up...



:p

steevee

[Paolo]

That is it, a chillum...chilloom...vavoom - to the moon! It works well, and it is carved in wood, so it looks nice. I am not sure, but I think I forgot what I was gonna say...Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. For those of you who don't support the legalization of Marijuana - you are all f_cked!

[Rotifer]

And moonshine .. holy crap. In Ireland they have something called poteen .. don't touch it.

[Paolo]

That is where one of my English Literature professors is from....he must have drank alot of that stuff when he was younger, because he is a pompous schmuck sometimes....other times he is just a pompous ass...whenever he isn't an ass or a schmuck, he is still pompous!

[dopey27]

Man...that professor sounds like a schmuck!!! Bigtime.

[dopey27]

Originally posted by Paolo
That is it, a chillum...chilloom...vavoom - to the moon! It works well, and it is carved in wood, so it looks nice. I am not sure, but I think I forgot what I was gonna say...Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. For those of you who don't support the legalization of Marijuana - you are all f_cked!

I don't understand this logic...could you explain your reasons for saying this?

[Paolo]

Have you ever heard of Cheech and Chong? Well, they are the guys who made an audio cassette back in the 70s. It's called Big Bambu. They have lots of skits, including," Spokesman for the legalization of marijuana, give a big hand of applause,...." and then Chong comes in and says something along the lines, " I just wanted to say that...? I forgot what I was gonna say man; Oh yeah, yeah, yeah..." You see? If you don't know what I am talking about, then watch more Cheech and Chong movies.

[steelrollin']

Bob Ganga and the Ganga Corps.
We smoke dope so you dont' have too.
also known as
"the sunday morning bicycle brigade"

Bring what you got
We ride rain or shine

[Rotifer]

Where in the NW are you Steel?

[Paolo]

He must be from Seattle, or perhaps, Oregon, somewhere.

[Paolo]

Just when you thought you were having fun...you go ahead and have some. Today there is some rain, and with it I toted along some sensamilla, and an "assagio" of some not to bad hash...I think altered riding in the rain by the river is one of the coolest times one can experience. I got my haircut there outdoors, by the river, from some Ukranian woman; cost six Euro. And then I chatted with some fisherman from the Ukraine, too. What a nice life. Wish that my poetry paper, my theatre paper, and all the other papers could wait; but they won't. Arrivaderci tutti, Paolos

[Rotifer]

You are a poet Paolo.

[Paolo]

Last Monday, I was making my way home - in a totally unaltered state. It was raining, but I had my gear - a rainproof overall and some rubber booties. I hit a pothole and got driven strait into the ground. Man, it hurt good. My good news is that I was wearing a helmet, and, I was able to shake it off after a minute or two, pick up my ride, and off I went. I amaze myself. The splat I took would have administered a 4.3 on the richter scale. Tutta posto e niente in ordine!

[Rotifer]

Let me guess, you had both hands of the bars while you torched a huge bowl.

[mohaka]

Maybe he was ogling at some gorgeous feminine beauty that just smiled his way.

[Divscotty]

I have Paolo's issues. 1/3 of my commute has construction now. It's dark on the way home and the road signs are in the bike lane so that pushes me into traffic on a road and then there are holes etc that were not there in the morning. Add a little rain and fog and it's tough.

[Paolo]

When do I get to make senior member?

[mohaka]

Yikes Diva,
Take easy through there.
Those construction zones can be crazy.
No ogling at the buff construction workers.;)
And keep both hands on the handle-bars!

[Paolo]

What he said. And if you do catch a fall, you have always got your duct tape handy. Beware of fear, it bites!

[Rotifer]

When do I get to make senior member?
100 posts, I think.

[Paolo]

Then I only have a few more days to go! As a senior member, do I win anything? I could use some swag -- couldn't we all? O mio dio! By the way, how can one torch a bowl with both hands on the bars? I have been trying to imagine that one, but it just doesn't seem possible! I am so gullible sometimes, it's pathetic! But wait, I don't really mean what I say - what I meant was...is it possible? Dangit - anything's supposed to be possible! Help me out with this...please.

[mohaka]

What you need is a self-lighting pipe.
You bite down on the stem and that turns on a laser, then inhale.
Maybe I should invent that idea or patent it.

[Rotifer]

Typo .. I meant "off". Intriguing idea though. When I was in college I smoked regularly. Now, however, I generally partake when my friends visit for a big ride. A friendly, excited, session prior to the ride. One deep in the woods to while we enjoy the beauty of the mountains and a "postie" for the car ride home. Of course, roughly half usually don't smoke, but it's all good. They seem to enjoy it vicariously.

[Paolo]

Is there the technology out there to pass the scent of something from one computer to the next? Smell o vision? or is that just science fiction? I was told there is such a thing, and I dunno? I could use a whiff of that good stuff - I'm getting sick of all the crap over here! -- I like the idea of the lazer-pipe. A friend of mine in Las Vegas had a protopipe that was the coolest and most utile invention that I had seen, but lazerpipe would toast that thing!

[Rotifer]

Ah yes, the wonderful protopipe. It's like a minitool for smoking. Unfortunately, I always ended up losing the poker. Once you can't tap the little hatch out of the bottom to clean it, you're dead in the agua. Hop on the train to Amsterdam Paolo ... it can't take that long to get there.

http://www.europe-train-ticket.com/rome.htm

[Paolo]

I wish. If I went there, I wouldn't come back. Plus, as a student, my support comes from Pa and Ma. They wouldn't dig it. I have to get working, but I can't manage full time studies as it is. I have to wait till after I graduate. I have lost more things in the last month or two, I think it is getting time for a break from that dreaded hash. It really blows.

[Rotifer]

Yep, I had a hard time balancing work and college - and good smoke and riding ... and a wife (got rid of that one) ...

[CRUM]

1972- I was working a summer job in Ocean City, Md. I drove a Mr Softee Ice Cream truck. I lived in an unused refrigerator room at a local produce distributor. My college roomate's father owned the business. Well, one night a friend came in with some Orange Barrels. We each ate 2 and decided to ride our bikes to OC and cruise the Boardwalk. We didn't get more than 5 miles and the barrels started to kick in. Apparently 2 was 1 too many. By the time we hit the city limits, we were babbling, drooling, and out of control. I crashed hard and became one with my bike. The bike had those old Butterfly nuts on the axles and I had driven one deep into my leg. On acid, it looked cool. But 8 hours later, not. Anyway I digress.

Just about the time I figured out I needed some first aid, one of the seasonal renta cops showed up. Acting like a badass, he ran us through all those irritating questions that when you are high on LSD, it's funny to lie. He could tell we were out of it and called for back up. The next thing I know, we're in the back of a cruiser heading somewhere I knew I did not want to be. And the whole time, losing blood all over the seat of the cruiser. I had forgotten all about the wound when the cop showed up.

Well, when we get to the station, I still did not mention the hole in my leg. But you'd of thought they would have noticed by now. My leg was red to the ankles. We go into the station and it gets fuzzy from there. Lots of upset cops, rushing me to another cruiser and instantly I'm in some emergency room being treated like I was someone special. And the whole time I seem to be getting higher and higher.

A doctor came in and assessed the wound. Just the look on his face told me I was gonna be ok. Just a flesh wound. He did have to pop some muscle back in, but after he stitched me up, I was fine.

I spent the rest of the night, tripping my brains out in a stinky lock-up in Ocean City, Maryland. I did get out in time to go to work at 11 the next morning. Did I learn any lesson from this? Yeah I did. Do not take more than 1 orange barrel at a time.

[¤c®åsh¤]

altered riding. . .

my fatass gets so light headed i cant imagine tryin' to make it even harder on my out of shape self. . . :S

(but the lawn mowing w/ hard lemonade sounds tasty)