muxpux wrote:....... ive been hassled after admitting to a couple beers, and then "not doing too well" on a field sobriety. then blowing .02.......
Had the EXACT same thing happen to me with the EXACT same .02 blown at the end. Prick kept telling me all of it was "voluntary" but if I declined his invitation to do the dance and then the second one to blow, he'd have my motorcycle towed (like a $300 fee to get it out, right?) and haul me in to use the machine at the station. Not exactly "voluntary" eh?
I told a'hole when he pulled me over (a very brief speed up to about 15 over the limit and then right back down to the limit.....didn't know he was behind me as he was unmarked) that I had ONE beer which was true. (I NEVER have more than one cuz I like the stronger IPAs and I am not interested in any DUI action or hurting anyone, etc.) Anyway, about 2/3 of the way through the dance routine (which I'm having a bit of a hard time with cuz I'm doing it in freaking motorcycle boots), I start thinking to myself "wait a minute, I truly had one beer and there's no way I fail a breathalyzer". So I start getting kinda pissed and start to mess with the guy, you know asking about 10 questions, etc.
So then he breaks out the portable breathalyzer, tells me it's also voluntary so I say "oh OK, no thanks then I'll just go now" knowing full well that ain't gonna happen. He gives me the "I'll have to tow you're bike" spiel again, so I ask him how I did on the dance routine he says "marginal". So I say "but I passed, right?" and he says "barely". So I say again, "we'll I'm gonna go home then". Again he says he'll have my bike towed and haul me down to the station as my only option outside of blowing into his field breathalyzer. So I finally agree to do it knowing full well I'm gonna pass with flying colors but about halfway through my blow I stop to ask him some inane question I've long forgotten and at that point he's starting to turn red from being so pissed that I'm screwing with him but doing so in a completely polite fashion by asking a lot of questions, etc. Finally I blow all the way through. He looks at and just says "you can go" but by now I'm having so much fun I real sweetly ask, "well, what were the results sir?" and mumbles ".02" and just gets in his car and leaves. And I still love telling the story 4 years later too.