If Thompson felt LSD was worthless as a spiritual tool, he felt it still made for Great Kicks. Thompson likened acid to riding a motorcycle at 100 miles per hour on wet pavement in the rain. The possibility of a wipe-out was a big part of the high. LSD was a game of cosmic “chicken.” Who would blink first and go careening off the road into Edge City? Thompson was the macho side of the equation: “Can YOU pass the acid test?”
