I do have more details, now, though.
From what I hear, he had been driven to his girlfriend's house 4 different times, and he kept walking back to the party, to get his bike, insisting that he was fine, and "just wants to ride".
Well, our mutual friend, the President, agreed to ride his bike over to the girlfriend's house, so it'd be there, when he wakes up in the morning. He and his daughter ( the one who kept driving him over to the girlfriend's house ) stayed with him for 30 minutes, trying to dissuade him from riding. Even went the extra mile of pulling the plug wires, thinking that in his drunken state, he wouldn't be able to figure out why it wouldn't start, and would get tired and just go to bed. Obviously, he wasn't that far gone, because within 10 minutes of them leaving the house, he had apparently figured it out, and took off on a ride, having been desperate to do so.
He made it about 22 miles, before he wrecked ( I mapped it out on Google Maps. I assume he was headed back to his own house, but we'll never really know.