Grüezi nach Zürich,

betrunken Fahrradfahren schult dein Fahrverhalten für nüchternes Fahren.

Hatte vor einigen Jahren ein unangenehmes Erlebnis, da ich einem Autofahrer den Aussenspiegel abgetreten hatte, nachdem er mich ( vom Biergarten kommend ) zuvor geschnitten hatte. Er nahm die Verfolgung auf, ( was ich später mitbekam, die Polizei auch )...Fazit: Erst die dritte Streife konnte mich stoppen, mit 1,6 Promille...
jaja, das bayerische Bier

Bekam ein Haufen Komplimente seitens der Polizisten, welche meinten, so etwas noch nie erlebt zu haben, allerdings war die Strafe doch etwas zu hoch, seitdem bin ich vorsichtig, wenn ich mit Alk im Blut unterwegs bin...( offiziell zumindest )

Die Frage stellt sich, ob die mich nüchtern erwischt hätten, ich behaupte: wahrscheinlich noch eher, als im Suff...

Ergo: Fahr desöfteren mal besoffen, und versuche selbiges Fahrverhalten mal nüchtern, du wirst sehen, es schult deine Umsicht...

Prost aus München

YAY Babelfish (it is the equally drunk/literal translator)!

Grueezi to Zurich, drunk bicycle driving trains your handling for sober driving. Some years ago an unpleasant experience had, since I had retired the outside mirror to a driver, after before he had cut me (of the beer garden coming). It took up pursuit, (which I received later, the police also)... result: Only the third patrol could stop me, with 1,6 parts per thousand... jaja, the Bavarian beer If a heap of radix complements got on the part of the policemen, whom meant, not to have such a thing ever experienced, however was the punishment nevertheless somewhat too high, since am I careful, if I am with alkene in the blood on the way... (officially at least) The question arises, whether those would soberly have gotten me, I states: probably still rather, as in the Suff... Ergo: Drive the-more frequent times besoffen, and tries selbiges handling times soberly, you will see, it trains your circumspection... Prost from Munich

that translation is fantasticly hillarious.

The only drunk riding I've done has been on a Gary Fisher mountain bike. Something in the geometry of the bike and my faulty perceptions would usually get the front end wobbling back and forth. I can remember wishing for a road bike on some of those instances.

The dumbest thing ever are riding with semi-slick (smooth in the middle and knobby edges) mountain bike tires in the city. I've drunkenly laid my bike down in corners when going pretty damn fast. One time on a road with a fresh layer of pea gravel. Ouch.

thanks, but some members of the "tender gender" don't need your chivalry. i thought the days when everybody needed a man to take care of them were gone... oh wait... patriarchy is still around.

i'm gonna go listen to le tigre instead of putting up with the macho .b.u.l.l.s.h.i.t.

Try Voetsek.
Please, don't run and hide. Stand and fight.
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yeah, it's all about deceptacon. and I really like .b.u.l.l.s.h.i.t, periods and all. but back to the second point of this thread, sprained my ankle, and good, really drunk about two weeks into riding fixed. see, it was still new to me. I guess at 1am, already drunk, we decided it was a good idea to ride to last call. and it was. the ride there was lotsa fun. I guess, further, I kept mentioning the fact that I may fall. My cohort was like "no problem, I'll pick you up." But after some whiskey at Ruby Room, as I hear the story, I road ten feet then planted sideways to the right. My ankle kind of hurt, but whatever. I rode home most of the way. The next morning, I couldn't walk. A trip to the ER told me why. Severe sprain. I then feared my bike till I was forced to ride it again. Now, I cant go back. Ankle is still a bit swollen, but I am having a great time.