The Spanish really know how to party and party and party for days and days. 1 week alcohol consumption for me=
10 litres of San Miguel
2 bottles of Jose Cuervo
2 Bottles of Jack Daniels
1 case of Sangria= about 10 litres
and there was a little water and red bull.
I did the bull run on the 3rd day after an all nighter. I went into town with some of the crew and proceeded to consume the little goodies in my pocket 1 by 1. And slowly they all dissappeared back to camp while i stayed on. Then i started to consume 2 by 2. About 6am the music stopped and the crowds of drunken party people slowly make their way to the startline. So there i am all by myself pilling of my fuckin trolley about to make an 800m dash with some pretty pissed off bulls looking for somewhere to stick their long sharp horns. The people do their chanting and songs and everyone slowly surges forward until the rockets go off and then its every stupid man and woman for thmselves. I ran really fucking hard trying not to trip over the people who were tripping over keeping to the side and very alert until 6 angry bulls taller than me go charging by. I kept on after them until we got to death corner and they put up the barrier to hold us back for the second lot of bulls. The instant i stopped my heart almost pounded through my chest and the feelings from my little goodies were taking over in a big way, deep breaths, stuck in a crowd, people pushing. I begin to think this is bad so i slowly back out of the crowd wondering why they wont open the gate. I get out of the crowd and they open the gate and everyone is crushing through a tiny gap then i look over my shoulder and see 4 more equally as angry bulls heading straight for us "HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM GETTING OUTTA HERE!" What a fucking rush.
Cant wait to do it again next year.
10 litres of San Miguel
2 bottles of Jose Cuervo
2 Bottles of Jack Daniels
1 case of Sangria= about 10 litres
and there was a little water and red bull.
I did the bull run on the 3rd day after an all nighter. I went into town with some of the crew and proceeded to consume the little goodies in my pocket 1 by 1. And slowly they all dissappeared back to camp while i stayed on. Then i started to consume 2 by 2. About 6am the music stopped and the crowds of drunken party people slowly make their way to the startline. So there i am all by myself pilling of my fuckin trolley about to make an 800m dash with some pretty pissed off bulls looking for somewhere to stick their long sharp horns. The people do their chanting and songs and everyone slowly surges forward until the rockets go off and then its every stupid man and woman for thmselves. I ran really fucking hard trying not to trip over the people who were tripping over keeping to the side and very alert until 6 angry bulls taller than me go charging by. I kept on after them until we got to death corner and they put up the barrier to hold us back for the second lot of bulls. The instant i stopped my heart almost pounded through my chest and the feelings from my little goodies were taking over in a big way, deep breaths, stuck in a crowd, people pushing. I begin to think this is bad so i slowly back out of the crowd wondering why they wont open the gate. I get out of the crowd and they open the gate and everyone is crushing through a tiny gap then i look over my shoulder and see 4 more equally as angry bulls heading straight for us "HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM GETTING OUTTA HERE!" What a fucking rush.
Cant wait to do it again next year.
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saruzen:
Had a small spill on the Gixxer (diesel) so it has a few bumps and grazes. So the idea is to wait till I have more space and then either trike it or streetfighter it, depends on how much I know and what I can do. Also have a problem at the moment in that someone is interested in buying it, the missus says I must, not sure how long I can delay her. 
kombucha:
omg it sounds like you had an ace time