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This was 25 years ago. I was downtown on my bike one night and had just left a bladder buster. Everyone drinks for like $10 until someone uses the bathroom.

Anyway I was bombed and wiped out on the railroad tracks RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE POLICE STATION!!! I landed pretty hard and literally it knocked the wind out of me.

I knew I couldn't sit there struggling to breathe because a cop might see me. DUI Bicycle is a real thing. I got on the bike and pedaled away while making the worst gasping noises you could imagine.

I literally could not breathe. Think of a deadly case of asthma or emphysema. Anyway I go a half a block and some guy walking down the street says " well don't fucking cry about it!"

I was trying to suck air into what felt like collapsed lungs and the guy thought I was crying from wrecking my bicycle! I'm laughing as I write this!

Tough guy that I was I kept going and regained my breath while making my get away. Small city in Florida. Early 90's. Before we got a baseball team.

This was 25 years ago. I was downtown on my bike one night and had just left a bladder buster. Everyone drinks for like $10 until someone uses the bathroom. Anyway I was bombed and wiped out on the railroad tracks RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE POLICE STATION!!! I landed pretty hard and literally it knocked the wind out of me. I knew I couldn't sit there struggling to breathe because a cop might see me. DUI Bicycle is a real thing. I got on the bike and pedaled away while making the worst gasping noises you could imagine. I literally could not breathe. Think of a deadly case of asthma or emphysema. Anyway I go a half a block and some guy walking down the street says " well don't fucking cry about it!" I was trying to suck air into what felt like collapsed lungs and the guy thought I was crying from wrecking my bicycle! I'm laughing as I write this! Tough guy that I was I kept going and regained my breath while making my get away. Small city in Florida. Early 90's. Before we got a baseball team.

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Yeah, I did a lot of drunk longboarding in Chicago back in the day. I've wiped out once, messing up my elbow with a lot of bleeding (it's good again now though), but otherwise had a solid record of perfect drunk longboarding. The drinking often happened at friend parties or at bars after amateur team sports games I participated in. Longboarding was the perfect method for getting back home quickly to go to sleep and wake up for work on time the next day (albeit with a very nasty hangover).

Godspeed.

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I left a party one night with a HUGE plastic cup full of beer. Im talking like a half gallon. I was about 1/2 mile from home on my bicycle and wasted. I clipped a curb. went over, poured the entire cup of beer right over my head and landed on my shoulder so hard I thought I broke it! I actually ended up getting shots in my shoulder and it hurt like a bitch for about a month. fast forward. 2 years ago I overhead pressed 300 lbs twice on the nautilus machine. real weight on a stabilized frame. So I did recover.