Dirtdame;55109 said:
Out?
I lived in Reno, I had a new-to-me Toyota MR2. a couple days after I got it I took a road trip to San Francisco. IT was late like 1 am and I got into a race with another car in the industrial section of south SF.
It was really windy, like 70 mph gusts, + The car had something wrong with the front end, and so I was weaving pretty bad, it was hard to stay in the lane. SO the cop (CHP) pulls me over and I pull off into the middle of nowhere.
I had this glass cleaner stuff that leaked in my car and so my car wreaked with a weird tequila smell, and when he pulled me over I was chewing on like 4 sticks of dentyne.
he asks for lic and reg. "golly I don't have a reg cuz I just bought this car"
I hand him my license and in those days the lic was laminated. I had tried to make a fake ID and rotate the 9 in 69 to be a 6. but it didn't really work so I hand him my license in almost two pieces and it says my birthday is 8/11/6 and a blank square where I xacto'd the number out.
so he does a sobriety test, and he says count and touch each finger on your hand with your thumb like this: 1,2,3,4,4,3,2,1,
I go 1,2,3,4, uh, oh fudge!
second try I got that one.
then he says stand on curb on one foot, extend arms, close eyes and touch nose. at which point a huge gust of wind blows me off the curb which was like a foot high and I end up stumbling about 4 feet into the street.
"go sit in the car" he says gruffly while taking my lic back to his car.
my friend in the passenger seat is
cop comes back, hands me my license and says have a nice night, and slow it down kid.

All I can figure was it would be a mountain of paperwork and he couldn;t figure out where to even start.