Getting pulled over by the cops at 3am after you've left a party is never fun. Its actually quite a soil-your-freaking-pants experience. I try to avoid that set of circumstances at all times. Yet there I was, sitting on the side of Northwest Radial Hwy on Friday night/Saturday morning. Nice, huh?
I'd been at a party at a buddy of mine's house, where over the course of six hours I consumed enough beer to have a sufficiently good time, but not enough to be illegally driving. And at 3, as the party was clearing out, I took off, turning down an offer to crash on the floor. With my new vehicle exactly one week old, I would not have turned down the offer if I was at all impaired for driving. Not that I would have otherwise, but you get the point -- risk-averse was I, with new $21000 wheels. And I left.
About six blocks from Gilby's house, a cop pulled up behind me. I was at the intersection of Fort and Northwest Radial, changed lanes to turn, and he did the same. After we turned, the cherries came on, and I was busted.
I pulled over immediately, confident that there was nothing I could be in trouble for. Wasn't speeding, had signaled properly, all lights were functional (as it was a new vehicle, after all!), and I wasn't drunk. As soon as the cop talked to me for a few moments, he knew that. A perfectly coherent conversation with a guy who smells of Axe but nothing else, and has eyes that are alert, led him to never question my sobriety for a second. But there was another problem.