This one involves my wrecking of the greatest time ever in a generation in my hometown. In Iowa, we have this contest called RAGBRAI (Registerland's Annual Greatest Bike Ride Across Iowa) that spans the width of our state, from Missouri River to Mississippi River, over the course of a week. Basically it's a giant drunk fest party in each town they stop in, and it happened one year in my early twenties to go right through my home town, but it actually wound up going directly through me.
During that day I was eagerly drinking alcohol at way too fast of a clip. I started at like 8am, and the furious pace of drinking had began. Later that night our town of like 5,000 people was going to become invaded by the upwards of 25-30,000 people. This tour is crazy because people don't stay in hotels, they camp wherever they can, so when I say that many people were in town, they were in town, literally packing the streets, you had to walk everywhere. So, me being a complete idiot, drinking like a fish, having already got in a fight someone earlier that day, somehow makes it to this concert that was highly raved because there was a headline band from the area which was a big deal to us, well me for sure.
The bands played in a massive parking lot, which served as their public arena so to speak, then they started playing some of their heavy music. Then a mosh pit developed right in front of where me and some friends were standing. Apparently this mosh pit was formed by grade school kids, trying to act tough. I being a bit of a bigger guy (6'2'' 290lbs) thought I would get involved apparently (I keep saying apparently because I remember very little of this as I drank enough that day already to float a battleship) with the kids. Apparently I start tossing these little kids around, turning the mosh pit into a midget toss all over the front rows of the band. All I really remember from this event is seeing the crowd part like Moses had hit his staff to the ground and parted the seas. Then I see our area's finest walking my way in riot gear. They were after me, no question. Apparently I didn't resist, or this could've really been a rough night. So this being the first and only time being cuffed by the law, I was detained for the duration of the concert and let go. My charge that day from my local police officers, "Inciting a riot." They didn't throw the book at me but slingshotted the Library of Congress at me, which of course the charges were dropped after my appearance in court.
So the concert was shut down apparently right after I was getting cuffed by the police, because why not arrest the entire mosh pit, right? Then the crowd got mad, the band called out the cops, and the concert was shut down. So what seemed like a great night and a great time for thousands in the downtown of my community, turned out to be wrecked by me being a drunken a-hole.