[mattdavis11]

I've gotten a couple of warnings. The first I can recall was when I was 17. Was headed to a party around 6:45 on a Friday night, and the two pokes in front me had me itchy. After we left the next stop light, the car in front of me allowed just enough room from me get over and haul what ever a$$ the ole dodge truck had. There was a patrol officer right behind me though! I never even noticed. However, I can imagine that he may have thought I was trying to get away from him. When he and his partner came up to the window they were in disbelief. "How did you not see us?" Well, officer, I was too busy trying to calculate how I going to get around those two in front, you would have been the least of my worries, since you were already behind me, I replied. They questioned me as to why I was in such a hurry, and why I had baseball bat. I said I was late for a baseball game, and we need that bat!

Another good one was driving in the middle of the night to my lease, which was damned near Mexico. The town of Junction. We stopped at the local filler up and headed out of town, it must have been 1am, we had been driving for 5 hours already. I paid no attention to what the posted speed was, and before I had cleared town, I was double the speed. I wasn't speeding by much when I passed the two patrol cars in the parking lot beside the road, and when they didn't pull out then, I keep on accelerating. Well eventually they turned on the cherries started my way. I could see them pull out way back there, and I knew I was busted, so I pulled over and waited on them.

They immediately asked me to step out of the car because there was an open container in the vehicle. Then they asked my buddy to get out. The police officers then questioned each of us separately, and when our stories matched, and I wasn't slurring my words, they sent us on our way with nothing other than a slow down guys, and have fun but be safe. Come to find out as soon as we get down the road a bit further, there was a reason the speed doesn't go up, a sharp bender to the left. I would have never made it at 70, probably not even 40.

And the beer thing, we could have open containers then, it was the adams apple rule. My buddy had a great one liner to one of the officers, "He's the designated driver, I'm the designated drunk!"