Once upon a time a long long time ago i had a Friday off and made two 10" waffles packed with weed and ate them with two sunny side up eggs and a lot of butter and honey ( I don't eat that way now) and went riding all day over mountains on my 10 speed covering no idea how many miles of elevation because that wasn't a thing i could record not did I really care at those times and it still remains one of my fondest bike rides I ever had. I was incredibly high for a long time and I rode harder than I ever had before I am quite sure, but the price was when I came home Friday night just as it became dark, I went to sleep, and slept through all of Saturday and woke up good as new on Sunday. My parents thought I was sick and let me be. Well I suppose I was, right? Anyway one of the fondest of memories, and all on the first wheelset I built myself. I don't ride stoned or use pot now and haven't for many decades. Nothing against it though. I vaguely remember coming home and eating in high volumes and crashing out with that wonderful feeling of satiety and exhaustion that we can all probably relate to. I won't go into the ride itself except to say it was mental as anything and I saw beautiful things everywhere I went. Honestly that's how it is.