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<blockquote data-quote="Rock Monster" data-source="post: 25737" data-attributes="member: 5">I was at a bar in my hometown with my band playing a gig.&nbsp; I usually drink about a 12 pack of Pale Ale at each gig.&nbsp; This time was different for some reason I only had 4 beers through the whole show.&nbsp; It was busy so they were slacking on my drinks.&nbsp; Then we finish the night, get payed, and as we are packing up all the gear I order one more beer to make number 5.&nbsp; I get the beer, take a couple sips and leave it at the bar.&nbsp; 5 minutes later I came back to have the rest of the beer and head out.&nbsp; So, I drink the beer while I sit there talking to one of the Jeagermeister girls.&nbsp; After about 20 minutes I walked outside to smoke a cigg and talk to another friend.&nbsp; After this I remember nothing but can tell you from what I heard of other people what happened.Apparently some Jackass was slipping GHB into girls drinks and I grabbed the wrong drink.&nbsp; Next thing I know I am laying in the dirt with my helmet on, my bike is on it's kickstand right next to me, and we are both on the backside of the building in the dark.&nbsp; I can't move and am laying in the dirt.&nbsp; Somehow I must have called my girlfriend for help and she came and got me.&nbsp; She had to pick me up to put me in the van.&nbsp; She said I was acting super strange and she had never seen me this way.&nbsp; The next day I looked the bike over and it appears that I crashed on the right side in the gravel parking lot behind the building.&nbsp; The bike was super dusty and had some new scrapes and scratches on the new hand guards. After asking around I found out that someone found me laying in the gravel with my bike on top of me and helped me up and moved me over to a safer location, then dialed my phone for me.&nbsp; I still have no idea who this person is but I do remember this slightly.Went to the hospital that next night to find out about all the damage to my leg and left hand.&nbsp; Surgery was 5 days later and the rest is history.There can be several things to be learned from this experience.Don't ride you bike to your gigs.Don't let your drink out of your sight in shady bars.Don't drink at all if you are riding a bike.Learning that no matter how old you get you still occasionally make poor decisions.That is all and I hope you all learn something from this.&nbsp; I will live with this lesson for the rest of my life.&nbsp; I am now a titanium club member for life.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rock Monster, post: 25737, member: 5"] I was at a bar in my hometown with my band playing a gig. I usually drink about a 12 pack of Pale Ale at each gig. This time was different for some reason I only had 4 beers through the whole show. It was busy so they were slacking on my drinks. Then we finish the night, get payed, and as we are packing up all the gear I order one more beer to make number 5. I get the beer, take a couple sips and leave it at the bar. 5 minutes later I came back to have the rest of the beer and head out. So, I drink the beer while I sit there talking to one of the Jeagermeister girls. After about 20 minutes I walked outside to smoke a cigg and talk to another friend. After this I remember nothing but can tell you from what I heard of other people what happened. Apparently some Jackass was slipping GHB into girls drinks and I grabbed the wrong drink. Next thing I know I am laying in the dirt with my helmet on, my bike is on it's kickstand right next to me, and we are both on the backside of the building in the dark. I can't move and am laying in the dirt. Somehow I must have called my girlfriend for help and she came and got me. She had to pick me up to put me in the van. She said I was acting super strange and she had never seen me this way. The next day I looked the bike over and it appears that I crashed on the right side in the gravel parking lot behind the building. The bike was super dusty and had some new scrapes and scratches on the new hand guards. After asking around I found out that someone found me laying in the gravel with my bike on top of me and helped me up and moved me over to a safer location, then dialed my phone for me. I still have no idea who this person is but I do remember this slightly. Went to the hospital that next night to find out about all the damage to my leg and left hand. Surgery was 5 days later and the rest is history. There can be several things to be learned from this experience. Don't ride you bike to your gigs. Don't let your drink out of your sight in shady bars. Don't drink at all if you are riding a bike. Learning that no matter how old you get you still occasionally make poor decisions. That is all and I hope you all learn something from this. I will live with this lesson for the rest of my life. I am now a titanium club member for life. [/QUOTE]

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