So why are all our best stories usually about how either we or someone we know was on a mission and went over the bend, crossing over from social drinking to Urban Legend?
Like the time I was too drunk to drive my own car home, but was sober enough in my own mind to answer the dare from the pretty girl in the backseat, and climb out the window and on to the roof of my car(we were only doing about 50mph) and ride in a straddle for a few miles( the sun roof made it easier to grip but don't try it at home kids).
Of course had I fallen off, especially during the tricky: climbing out and in the window part, it would have been a tragic and probably (hopefully) fatal accident.
But Gods, it was fun at the time!
A lot of our stories are like that . . . had something gone wrong it would have been tragic or unpleasant, but I would hate to lose my stories. They are cool to tell, and add some depth to me as a person. Woe to those that live life without Risk circumscribed by fear and trepidation, because they are already dead.
I think there was a thread a while back in Chit Chat that had some crazy stuff in it.