Originally Posted by
canklecat
My plan for my 60th in 2017 was to ride as far as I could through bat country. I had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls.
Not that I needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious 60th birthday cycling celebration, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.
Alas, I ended up spending it in the hospital visiting my mom, whose femur had snapped from severe osteoporosis.