Sometime during the summer of 1984, along Pacific Coast Highway, near Point Mugu Rock, early morning hours:
After being pulled over by a CHP:
Officer: Good morning. May I please see your license and registration?
Me: Sure Officer. Would you hold my beer for a minute?
That led to my second drunk driving arrest. In those days, I received enough tickets to wallpaper a small bathroom. I deserved most of them, but I didn't think so then. I haven't received a traffic ticket for 5 or 6 years now. The difference? I grew up. At least a little bit.
While I know there were at least one or two cops that intentionally had it out for me, there were dozens more who probably saved my life.
Take care,
-Chris