At our HOG chapter picnic last year, I decided that I'd like a have a beer or two. I rode my bike home 20 miles, got in the car and drove back 20 miles, and I was happy that I did even for the one beer I ended up drinking. I remember back to my younger days when I would have a few and get on the bike and even though I could tell I didn't have as much control over the bike, I couldn't seem not to twist the throttle excessively. Last year at Delmarva Bike Week, I suddenly changed my tune. I had no other way to get around and I went ahead and had a few drinks and rode back to the condo. I had no problems, but I did find out that I no longer ride like a daredevil in that situation. I stayed just under the speed limit, and used extreme caution. I'm glad to find out that I've grown up enough to keep tabs on myself when I have had a drink, but I'm still not to proud of myself for drinking and riding. I guess the fear of everything now versus the fear of nothing when you are younger can make a difference in how you ride.