Blackstrat6 you reminded me of this one with your story of forgetting where your truck was.
I rode my mountain bike to the bar drunk one nite to meet my buddy and proceeded to get much drunker. When I woke up the next day my bike was missing and I couldn't remember hardly anything including riding my bike to the bar or how I got home. I thought someone had stolen my bike from my house and freaked out because it was very expensive and my only way to get around and get to work cause I have never driven (not a DUI). I live in a small town so I told everyone I know to keep an eye out for it while I was walking, bumming rides and taking the bus everywhere. It wasn't 'till almost two weeks later that my buddy opened the trunk of his boat of a car '62 Ford Galaxy and there was my bike. He didn't remember how we got home that nite either, guess he drove. I felt like the biggest idiot in the world when I had to tell EVERYBODY what really happened.