OH - Yes I know this feeling..

Woke up in the billets with my team jersey on and no Liotto bike in Vicenza Italy - CQ told me to report to the Cabineiri HQ immediately and one of the sternest looking cabineri literally pushed me into a car to drive me to the Tratoria where I was the night before... Man was I a scared 22 year old GI - A real mess...

After coming out of the field I had gone on a short ride with my Italian cyclists - After ride Grappa flowed at a local tratoria...

Here I was the next morning hung over if not still drunk - No bike - No idea if I was going to jail - How could I have gotten so out of line...

At arrival there in the window of the tratoria was my Liotto - I had fallen asleep after the first few rounds - The Cabineri offered to buy me a drink but all I could handle was a slice of mozzarella and some espresso...

Sorry for the rant and all but this memory never came to mind till your post... Thanks...