When I was a messenger, I would routinely ride home loaded and/or high.

One night I rode home ****faced, and was hit by someone equally ****faced. I remember the side front panel word 'Blazer' a mere few inches from my nose.
Luckily I was so drunk the SUV took the bike right out from under me and I fell flat, giving me a slight boo-boo on my knee rather than smashing my skull on the grill.

Was a life changin' moment, I will not ride drunk anymore. After a couple pops I'm still ok to get home riding. Loaded.. I will not ride now. I do not drink at all if I'm behind the wheel. Yes a little alcohol can make the rip home something magical sometimes. Alleycats practically demand it.