Tripping and driving

Impman

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Felt like Bumping threads today.. ... Here is a good one. I say I can outdrive most on 5 hits of LSD. Shit, I get downright cocky about my driving skills on LSD. I say, on a low recreational dose of LSD, it is safer than driving drunk.

Most people drive like fucking idiots sober anyways. I was running today and had to smack the shit out of 2 peoples trunks.

WHEN YOU PULL UP TO A FUCKING STOP SIGN: LOOK RIGHT, LOOK LEFT, THEN LOOK RIGHT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THe reason you LOOK RIGHT TWICE IS BECAUSE THERE ARE MOTHER FUCKING PEDESTRIANS!!!!!!

everyone rolls the fucking stop with there head completely turned left for like 5 seconds before even getting to the stop. my god, it is hard not to be pro natural selection for the human race
 

rory420420

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Keep it on the white,not the yellow...after shows on tour it was almost mandatory to eat acid after the show for energy to drive 5 hours to the next show...and you gotta have a navigator to pack bowls or cut out lines of K (yes I drive on ketamine)...
 

MrEDuck

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The fact that the Dead covered as many miles as they did indicates that it's safer to drive on acid than drunk. I've driven on more than I care to think about but don't recommend it to anyone. I was young and foolish.
 

Impman

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One of my favorite parts of Electric Kool Aid is the part where they are driving down a narrow road with hairpin turns on a steep hill. and Kesey is just sitting relaxed and the roof of the bus on a chair, while cassady is driving like a bat at of hell doing like 55mph the whoe time. but everyone was connected and not nervous
 

rory420420

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I don't condone driving under the influance of anything now,but in drug fueled summers(and winters)you become accustomed to being that high..like second nature..there is shittons of drugs on tour as you well know..
 

Impman

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I use to have this 91 suburban. god i loved that truck. took it everywhere. I tripped so much in that truck. it drove like a dream.

I am still connected to that truck... wherever she may be...
 

canndo

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Spokane Washington to San Diego in a blue Datsun B210 21 hours (or I remember we surmised - but.... it hardly seems possible). The part I am certain of is that we were on Acid the entire time, half a tab of fairly weak stuff each, when we started and a whole tab of some rather more potent stuff at the 6 hour mark. I was certain the entire time that we would die but our mentality would live on. Last I heard, my driving partner was still boasting about it - 30 years later, and THAT was ten years ago. It was late winter, What I recall most vividly was the grape vines in central CA. I was driving while my partner was explaining that those rows and rows of vines were NOT the tops of the plants but the roots. As I looked around I saw no green, just shades of brown and it came to pass that I was indeed driving upside down under the earth and looking at all the roots of all the plants where somewhere above us on the other side of the soil, plants were green, birds were flying, farmers were tending and we were speeding inevitably, powerfuly on the underside of the soil and earth. there were times when I was just eyes, that there was no car, no body, no windshield, just eyes traveling above a black surface - and I didn't know what kept those eyes between the dashing white lines on the surface to my right and the solid line on my left, when I had a comprehension of left and right at all. Just two pairs of eyes.

It got to the point where I was getting more and more certain that should we stop, our vehicle would simply drop off into the abyss that only vaguely looked like sky. I had bad dreams for days of losing control of the car, of dodging weird mechanisms in the road and speed blur was everywhere on everything all the time even when we were stopped. n one side of Shasta I had a pesistant vision of one of those speed blurs on my outside rear view mirror, it was SO persistant that I finally had to stop - even though we both vowed we would only stop for gas -, and see how it could possibly be that convincing. The blur was real. It was a collection of horizontal icicles that had grown off of the mirror in the freezing wind and rain.

Anyone who remembers the datsun B210 knows that it is not the fastest of cars so we had to make up time because we could never maintain a decent speed up hill. Because we were convinced that we were underground, no cops would even detect us let alone pull us over even at 90. The ecstacy came in waves when we were going very very fast and neither of us could resist the alure of such an enormous pace. Other times, we were indeed sitting still and the world was rushing by us. We were in our living room, we were watching TV (this was long before racing car video games but to this day I reflect upon that trip and how it looked so much like a modern video game that I would not see until decades hence each time I see such a game being played).

In our rush to get started, knowing that we HAD to have tunes, we rounded up a mono cassette tape player that was just a hint slow and three tapes. 12 dreams of Dr. Sardonicus (spirit), The White bird album by "It's a beautiful day", and -- Low spark of high heel boys" - Traffic. The understanding that the music was just a tad slow contributed greatly to our notion of rushing speed and warped our senses even further. For months afterward, when we listened from a normal perspective the music seemed foreign and odd.

At times, the interior of the car was all there was in the universe that was real and that alone may have saved us from the actual horror of the trip, careening across the landscape at times we were loath to look at each other as faces melt and bubble, and our hands pulsed and morphed. there were times when each of us in turn, in the passenger side grasped the totality of this machine we were in, the parts all moving in unison, all cooperating but under tremendous strain and we were sure that this could not possibly continue and the machine, of which we were a part would fly to pieces. Other times we knew that none of the parts were connected to any other and they were all simply going in the same direction at the same rate.

We would become one with individual components - in tune with the scream of the 4 piston engine, cringing at the pain the tires must be feeling, the bearings in the wheels crying for respite or refuge but still we forced ourselves and those tires on.

Oh I am certain one true emergency, a flat tire, black ice, a stalled car in the road that we would never be able to recognize as such before we "mereged with them" and the underlying terror of what we had decided to do would have led to our deaths and perhaps the deaths of others but during those hours - there were no others.
 

Impman

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^^^^^^^^^^This is a nice piece of writing! It needs to be published in something... gonna be a damn shame to see it get lost in the archives .......... I will bump it for as long as I remember to....
 

Impman

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I drove a little on mescaline yesterday... just a about a mile and then back home though. had to go to the store... there was a 4 way stop that got really intense though.... i still get road rage... i think i yelled at everyone at that stop as I cut them off while shaking my fist in the air....i can still see the look on a few of their faces. looking back I think I thought I was waiting at the stop for a long time but it was probably just a second lol
 

Jimdamick

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I'd be too paranoid to drive, especially at night with traffic around, bright multicolored lights ,cops, etc. I don't know what kind of acid the people who like to drive tripping took, but the shit I took back in the 70's made it one of the last things I would want to do. I'd be braking for Mickey Mouse when I saw him crossing the street.
 

MrEDuck

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Yeah I have these instincts for self preservation that started showing up when I found out I was going to be a dad.
 

Skuxx

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Guess I need kids to understand... at this point..... it seems life is overrated and only as important as you make it.... a life without ice cream doesn't mean shit.

Luckily I'll never have kids.
 

rory420420

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Could be unfortunate if you look at the laws random physics...possibly a skuxx junior could cure idiocy with an lsd analouge invented for his senior thesis...never know..
 

Impman

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so , if you trip and drive you have no instincts of self preservation? interesting... I have taken a lot of LSD , shrooms, mescaline, I have never seen anything close to Mickey Mouse. Maybe they had REAL acid in the 1970s? I don't remember feeling paranoid on mescaline....
 

Impman

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different strokes for different folks I guess...Trippin and Driving is not for everyone... I think smoking cigs is a lot more dangerous than driving a little high... weird world with weird people , huh. we all see things a little different
 

CCCmints

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different strokes for different folks I guess...Trippin and Driving is not for everyone... I think smoking cigs is a lot more dangerous than driving a little high... weird world with weird people , huh. we all see things a little different
see those are different types of dangers though. with cigarettes you have many, many chances to end your addiction and begin recovering from the damage they've done to your body. you might not have as many chances with tripping and driving...attempt #1 could mean death.
 

Skuxx

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so , if you trip and drive you have no instincts of self preservation? interesting... I have taken a lot of LSD , shrooms, mescaline, I have never seen anything close to Mickey Mouse. Maybe they had REAL acid in the 1970s? I don't remember feeling paranoid on mescaline....
I have an easy solution. Take more. The self preservation instinct will most likely still be there... but you'll have a higher chance of seeing mickey mouse, and feeling paranoid.
 
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