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Left a local eatery after no dinner, 1 pint of beer and 1 mixed drink over 2.5 hrs.
Driving home I look up ahead and it looks like road work. Get a little closer and I realize it's a DUI checkpoint. So I do the level headed thing and abruptly whip the wheel to the left and into a mobile home park. Up the driveway and I find not one, not two, not three, but four motorcycle cops at the top of the driveway. So I pull to the rear of the place like I live there (yeah right - bone stock 37 year old Porsche in this place???).
I sit at the rear, going over options. Can't stay forever, am afraid if I pull into a driveway someone will call the cops - and they're already there. So I sip my water and head back out. In the driveway they might as well have been in my car with me instead of on their bikes as I have the Targa top off and the windows down and the driveway is only so wide. I pull out, and two BMW bikes start. They turn on their lights......and then speed right past me.
Drove the rest of the way home with no other sightings - why they let me go I'll never know. Could hardly clutch and shift cuz my knees were like rubber. As a rule I do not drive drunk - but I just wasn't sure about the drinks on an empty stomach. Logic told me I was quite legal - but unfortunately panic took over!
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David
1972 911T/S MFI Survivor
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