In 11th grade, me and a friend of mine were hammered at like 3am. For some reason we put on all of our clothes backwards, winter coats and all, and went out on our bikes. We were like 8 miles from home and these guys started chasing us in a pickup. They chased us through some yards, across a beach, and finally we lost them by hiding in someone's basement bulkhead.
I have no idea why I shared that story. Now jump, jump.