Ever been stopped for drunk driving when you weren't?

In My Humble Opinion
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I managed to get tagged for attempted revenue enhancement in a nearby college town, I’d ran into a couple high school buddies and we we’re having a good time – moreso than I realized.

So, we get pulled over, I’m driving, with one buddy in the back seat. He shines a light in my eyes, asks for my drivers license and registration and proof of insurance. Duly done. He goes back to his squad car.

Comes back, obviously a newbie, all excited. “Sir, do you know your license is expired??” Funny, it doesn’t seem like that big a deal. Oh yeah, I’m back in the Peoples Republic of Bonehead County, gotta think fast.

“Technically sir, no it is not. You see, pursuant to the Code, a DL is valid for 6 months beyond discharge from the military.” He stares at me. He knows I’m right, but he’s got his quota. Gotta be something he can nail me on.

“Oh.”

He runs back to his car, probably to ask somebody about that. By this time, a crowd had gathered (it was Friday night in a college town) a respectful distance away. Another squad car shows up. Sheesh.

At this point, I should mention my friend in the back seat, while the intelligent sort, lacks some of the savvy that comes immediately to mind to many of us less cranially enhanced folks. Unknown to me, either he or my other buddy had brought a beer with him, and all this time it had been sitting on the floor in the backseat. The Officer is just about to send us on our way, it would seem, and he spots the beer in the backseat, on the floor.

Shit.

Whole new ball game now. “Step outside the car…” etc. etc…

He starts with the routine, ‘how much have you had to drink tonite…’ blah blah …

By this time, yet another squad car shows up, with an officer and some tag-along, a civvie of some kind, perhaps some sociologist or other oxygen thief seeing how things are done in their fair city.

They decide I need a Field Sobriety Test. Naturally, I refuse, since the test is ultimately subjective i.e. it’s possible to receive a DUI and pass the BAC.

“Why won’t you take the test!!??” “Because I’m not drunk, and it’s subjective sir. Give me the BAC test now, that’s definitive.” By now, I’m being questioned by a different, probably more senior officer. Don’t get me wrong, our officers in blue have a thankless job, I have the utmost respect for them. But this was obviously a Load of Shit. The tag-along bitch in the mountain parka was giving me dirty looks, so I knew I was doing something right.

“Well, you’ll have to blow in the machine then!!!”

“Well, then Blow Me…” I said this without realizing it is also somewhat of a nasty thing to say, but it didn’t escape officer friendly. He comes back with the unit, and I duly deposit my exhalations in same. He looks at it, crestfallen. “Let me see…”

Just like a little kid when asked to see his toy, he says “No!” and stuffs it deep in his coat, perhaps to allow the warmth of his body to ride the levels a bit higher, as I suppose it is temperature dependent somewhat like other processes. I laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all, with 3 or more squad cars, and a civilian ‘observer’ (suck my dick, bitch if you are reading this) a crowd, people in bars looking out the windows for entertainment like as not laying out bets whether I would be hauled away, etc etc. We talk about the “open container” in the car and I allow it isn’t mine, he ends up giving the ticket for the beer in the car to the other fellow, thankfully.

Again, I appreciate and respect Law Enforcement, but they need to spend their time catching rapists and murderers and stuff like that, not harassing people to bring in more revenue. It’s obvious they make a good haul in a college town, but I call bullshit.

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Yes, and arrested. I’ve posted about it several times on these boards and don’t feel like going over it all again.

23

I was living in a hotel, the Cadillac, along route 5 in Maryland (not far from DC.) I had been visiting a friend, and was driving a company truck back to the hotel at about 4am on a Saturday.

There was a lot of construction around the intersection with Mattawoman Road, and the lines on the road weren’t very clear- I yawned as i passed through the intersection, and corrected sharply when I saw that I was too far to the right. This alerted a Maryland state trooper, who pulled me over about 1/4 mile short of the hotel.

He asked me if I had been drinking, and he had a trainee with him (probably the reason for stopping me on such minimal standards.) He mentioned what I had done, and I explained to him that I yawned, and was headed for the Cadillac, and that I had had a beer six hours previous- none since.

Everything seemed normal, and the cops relaxed since I was not intoxicated. Until the first officer came up and asked me to get out of the pickup. It was reported as stolen.

(The truck was recently recovered in DC, after it was stolen by an employee and the contents removed. The DC police had not cleared thier records, although I was told that they were called when the truck was originally recovered by another employee.)

I was handcuffed, the truck towed, and I got a ride to the barracks, about 2 miles farther down the road toward Waldorf. I was taken inside, searched, and handcuffed to the bench next to an underage drunk, who was passed out. The police were polite- they listened to me as I gave my story, which was that I was authorized to drive the truck. I gave them my boss’s phone number to verify this.

Well, my boss likes to tie one on, and he was roaring drunk on his favorite beverage- 151 rum. When the officer called him he was outraged that they towed the truck and the fact that I was in custody- and he let loose with a lot of profanity. So much that the officer said to me that I should be glad that they didn’t hold it against me. They asked him to come down to verify the story, but he balked- he said “you just want to bust me for DUI- I’m not driving anywhere”- and they took his word that I was allowed to use the vehicle, and released me.

They even gave me a ride back to my room.

I proceeded to get drunk with my cow-orkers.

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Me & my friend decided to drive from Monterey to SD, California in his two vans.
We communicated by writing on signs & showing them to each other as we were driving alone. Well, we were weaving all over the freeway & a cop pulled us both over at the same time & we explained things & he let us go.