Loaded like a freightrain
Flyin like an aeroplane
Feelin like a space brain one more time tonite!
– Nightrain – by G ‘n R
Yup, d one & only Nightrain Express! If u know what dat is, u an alconnoisseur. And ur sure to have your own Night Train incidents!
As u can see rock n roll bad boyz Guns ‘n Roses even dedicated a song to it.
As guitarist Duff said “We had no money but we could dig up a buck to go down to this liquor store. It happened to have this great wine called Nightrain that would fuck you up for a dollar. Five dollars and you’d be gone. We lived off this stuff.”
James Brown did one night train tune too, maybe as a tribute to da shit that has probably killed many people around d world. Not coz its toxic (well, if u down a few bottles u could probably die), but it gets u THERE in a hurry, sometimes unexpectedly.
It’s a fortified apple wine from Modestos, California, by E&J Gallo. It’s ABV is 18% (hence fortified). I have no idea why its red tho. Maybe gasoline. But it’s not banned here or in the US, so sallgood.
It falls under the category of a bum wine aka street wine aka hooch aka wino wine aka ghetto wine aka liquid crack.
In college, we lived off this stuff too. It was $6.50 a bottle (easy twist-off cap) when I bought my first. My most heavy, off-the-rails, liver-shredding, train-wreck experience ridin d Train happened in downtown KL, during my college days.
I borrow my sista’s wheels n pick my friend Bala n sum other niga (cant remember who) and park near d Beach Club car park, n chill in d car for a bit. It ‘s a Friday nite n we gonna hit Hard Rock Café n party like shit n meet sum chicks.
There are three bottles of Train in d car. With GnR bouncing in d speakers, we promptly destroy them (one bottle each. Not recommended. Cos half always gets u blazed) within 30 minutes, and start to walk along Sultan Ismail to HRC, obviously smashed by then. I need to piss, so I casually unzip, whip it out and begin release da pressure on d hood of a car that was parked at the bus stop there.
This is like 8pm – heavy traffic along Sultan Ismail, but of course I dont givafuck. Senget.
Bala n sum other niga waited. Suddenly d fuckin car I was pissin on honks! I was like.. dafuck! Dis car got an anti-piss alarm or wat.
It was probably ‘wat’.
It horns again, coz I continue to piss on its hood. Watdefuck man. Chill
So I start to shuffle sideways to the driver’s window (still unloading of course, drank a whole bottle), so now am like, sprayin all over d door n shit.
I look at d other two drunk cats, and they just fuckin laughin man. They maintain their distance.
I try to peer in, but can’t see much. Either the windows were fogged or d good ol Train was makin me blind. I can’t recall to be frank.
Brain damage, see?
Dude who was in d car never appears or winds down d window or runs me over. Weird.
Wonder what was goin thru his mind. He sees these three dudes swaying past, one approaches his car, unzips, n starts to piss all over it.
He must have assumed we were stone-cold gangbangers. Yup.
Either way, he/she leaves us alone. Serves u right for parking in a no-parking zone. It’s a goddam bus-stop, fer fucks sake.
Dat was your ticket, bitch.
Anyway, dint matter coz I give it a shake, zip up and continue zig-zagging with d boys to HRC. We briefly discuss d pissing incident, laughing heavily like drunks do.
We get there, order three bottles of Guinness plus a huge hamburger each. The Train somehow made us peckish. Maybe coz we swallowed it on empty stomachs. We take a sip of d drink, a bite of d burger (d goddam patty jumps out n hits da floor, son of bitch). I was like, fuuck!
I look at the empty burger buns, and walk out.
Can’t handle it no more. Loaded like a freightrain, flyin like an aeroplane.
My sis n her friends show up to HRC to party. They laugh at a body lyin on d stairs of HRC. People were like steppin over d body n shit. One of my sis’s friends says “Look at dat rogue! Haha! Not even 9 o’clock and he’s gone!”
My sis laughs. Then takes a second look. She says “That’s my brother!!!”
So my sis (whose car I borrowed dat nite) finds me, lying there, gone.
I only recall staggering out of d bar. I needed space. The Train had pulled into the station bitch.
It was 8.30pm. Our nite had not even begun.
She was shocked. Probably pissed too, coz now she has to drive me (and Bala and sum other niga) back, in HER car that I borrowed, and cancel her plans to party.
I vaguely recall lying in d back seat of her car, she being pulled over by cops for going up a one-way (she must have been hit by d Train fumes in da car), and then finally reaching home. Old man was standing at d door, obviously curious watdefuck were we doing back so early on a Friday nite, and why was I staggering.
He didn’t get d explanation he was waiting for from me. I brush past him, like he wasnt there, with my shoes on, and go to my room. Fall on d bed n crashed. Woke up next day with my shoes still on.
Man, rode d Train n derailed, big time! Them college days… sweet memories.
Its sister drink is Thunderbird (aka The American Classic), the white version. Not as good. ABV is 16%. I recall buying T-Bird with my hombres on hot n sunny Saturday afternoons, getting a pack of ice from the mamak, filling it with dat shit, and downing it with a straw.
Have had many interesting experiences with the Train. Always had one back-up bottle under my driver’s seat. Too easy. Leave house stone-cold sober, arrive 20 mins later at destination wasted. Party.
Have also passed it to friends in another car to have a sip, while driving on da road. Haha! Stunt driving n shit. Any drivers who saw it must have been ”What the..!”
But havin a whole bottle of the Train is a for sure a one-way ticket – “from sober to stupid” (as bumwine.com elegantly puts it). When u have it, do as the label commands: “Serve very cold” or die. The first sips might be a lil rough, but later swigs, as da Rastas say, is airay!
If u ever need an emergency operation or a tooth pulled out, the Train makes a good anesthetic. Wouldnt recommend drinkin d Train on an actual train. There might be a hijacking incident.
The Night Train is a good-tasting drink tho. U just gotta show it sum respect. Unfortunately it’s gettin more difficult to find – wanted one for d blog launch to pass around. Price is about $20+ i think.
U should have it chilled, but warm is actually pretty decent, and u gotta drink straight from d bottle, none of them fuckin “I’ll have mine in a glass please” crap. Take large swigs, and avoid doin d whole bottle yourself. Share da luv.
And have a good ride!
II’ll never learn, I’m on the Night Train
And I’m looking for some
I’m on the Night Train and I’ll never get enough
I’m on the Night Train, and I’m ready to crash and buuurnnn…
Every alco has Night Train stories. Trust me.
If u have one, u can post yours at the comments section for a laugh!
Brain damage: 10/10. PERFECT SCORE!!
Ur blog is funny as hell.. I remembered buyin’ a few Night Trains to one “house party” (Ascott) and got boo-ed for buyin a value deal.. At the end of the night everyone was either happy-piss drunk and thanking me or rolling on the floor half naked.. haha!! Now who’s the man?!..
Dammmmm funny deep!!! dammm funny!
Must be a great experience for the “driver”. I cant stop laughing 😀 hahahha. Good drink. Just right for you! and the boys… hehe
hey I’m still looking for a bottle. brickfields kan? Thanks to Rohan for introducing it to me. Yea yea started late but better late than never huh?
Hahahahahahaa … just the name sparked off a whole bunch of staggering, weaving memories … Night Train was the drink of choice in college, and for a couple years post-college (after which, my liver packed its bags and moved out).
We were damn karat, would either drink NT in the car on the way to wherever or on the road where we parked, so we arrived flying. Choo choo indeed.
There are stories, none of them printable.
Gees that post brought back some memories… One Christmas, the family heads down to Ipoh for a reunion, sis and I bearing gifts of cheap wine i.e. a crate of Night Train cause that’s all we can afford.. whole family (we’re talking about 30 people here, uncles, aunts,cousins) get so sloshed we miss mass the next morning!
Another time, the girls and I headed down to PD with the cheap ‘ol faithful Night Train.. Ended up talking to trees as I recall.. damn karat!
aaahhh….. Good times.. good times……
yeah and Thunderbird’s for pussies…
Fuck, dat story is hardcore! Family missed mass thanks to Night Train?? Haha!
Taken from Wikipedia
Inexpensive fortified wines, such as Thunderbird and Wild Irish Rose, became popular during the Great Depression for their relatively high alcohol content. The term wino was coined during this period to describe impoverished people who turned to these wines for their inebriating effect.
These wines continue to be associated with the homeless; organizations in cities such as Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle, and Portland have urged manufacturers of inexpensive fortified wine, including E & J Gallo Winery, to stop providing their products to liquor stores in impoverished areas. In 2005, the Seattle City Council asked the Washington State Liquor Control Board to prohibit the sale of certain alcohol products in an impoverished “Alcohol Impact Area”. Among the products sought to be banned were over two dozen beers, and six fortified wines: Cisco, Gino’s Premium Blend, MD 20/20, Night Train, Thunderbird, and Wild Irish Rose. The Liquor Control Board approved these restrictions on August 30, 2006..
I wonder if Malaysia is an ‘Alcohol Impact Area’?
Yea. Brickfields! Haha!
Actually i dont see d point of banning cheap high-alcohol wines / beers. They’ll just spend more money, buying more expensive wines n beers more often.
Its also discrimination against d poor. Rich fuckers can go buy absinthe n shit but poor fuckers not allowed to buy Nightrain??
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…. piss on my car bitch ? swore i’d find you one day !
Haha! U can piss on mine!
Any idea where can i get Night Train in malaysia.
I remember few years back i can buy it in Jusco Taman maluri, now it hard to get.
I’m staying in KL, Cheras.
pls mail me.
I’m riding the train tonight for the first time ever, funny story, among other stories I have read about the train, it’s probably why they make the smaller bottles available, I’ve got the full size 750ml, I hope I don’t go piss on cars
Have a great ride man. Go piss on people instead. Get locked-up.
Wats this about smaller bottles? Never seen em