Surprisingly, as drunk and/or stoned as I was in my youth, I never, ever rode my motorcycle unless stone cold sober. And always wore a helmet. Kinda illogical thinking, as I had no such concerns when cars were involved and they can cause much more damage to others than a bike. As others have mentioned, I was fortunate not to have hurt anyone. Now, when I see a drunk driver cause death or injury... I have to do some serious reflection as to what possessed me to do the same actions back then. It kind of puts you in your own personal little corner of **** for a while. Even 30 years later, I often wonder what the heck was I thinking?