Great topic. God forbid some one here had a loved one killed by a drunk driver.
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Originally posted by JoshMOkay to do: "I'm sorry I broke your mailbox, here's $100.
NOT okay to do: "I'm sorry I fucked your sister, here's $100.
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Only once did I drive when I KNEW I couldn't. I watched the center line move back and forth, and it felt like there was nothing I could do to keep it straight. Somehow, I got home without hitting anything, without hitting anyone, and without getting caught. That was the scariest ride of my life. I was EXTREMELY stupid, and I learned my lesson... thankfully, I didn't have to learn the hard way!
The bad thing is that these days, the legal limit is extremely low. Now, that's not REALLY bad... It's a good thing... but 2 beers in an hour will put a guy my size over the legal limit. I don't feel 2 beers in an hour. 2 cups of coffee have a greater effect on me! But it would put me over.
The smartest thing to do is not drive if you're going to drink. At all. I don't know about you guys, but I don't think I've ever gone somewhere and had a drink where I didn't KNOW I was going to have a drink before I got there. I've never walked into a place and said "oh, alcohol! what a surprise!" If I want to drink a lot, I arrange a ride (or a place to sleep). If I want to drive home, I limit myself to a small amount, and give myself a few hours before I even think about driving home.
I love my cars. I love my freedom. I love my driving privilege. I NEED to drive for my job. As much as other people irritate me, I really don't want to hurt anybody. I really like beer... but it's not worth losing any of those things that matter to me! (not to mention the respect of my friends and family)
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fuck that I never drink and drive if i know i have to go home I just don't drink and if I don't have to go home and I get trashed I just ask a friend or whoever owns the place where I'm at if I can sleep over and that works out even if I got friends with me that need to get home i just tell them stay with or find a ride cus fuck no I'm not driving
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Originally posted by lil_dcb7 View PostGreat topic. God forbid some one here had a loved one killed by a drunk driver.
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This thread isn't to glorify drunk driving... Quite the opposite.
It's good to see that so many people on here are responsible enough to not do it... and that those that have admitted to it have learned their lesson. Drunk drivers DO kill people. I hope that nobody on this forum has ever been one of those drunk drivers...
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This is one thing I will never do. I don't care if I have to walk home. When I was younger my mom was hit by a drunk driver on a motorcycle. I don't remember much because I was only five or so, but the guy on the motorcycle was fine. My mom recovered soon after, but it totaled her Cutlass.
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Wow. The Cutlass was totalled, your mom was injured... and the dude on the bike was fine!?!
Goes to show how much less you can be injured if you're relaxed. I bet he didn't realize what was going on until he landed.
My dad lost his license for a DUI once. He worked night work in a warehouse. He'd come home, eat a cheese steak, drink a few cans of Bud, and go to bed. However, one day he didn't have enough beer. So after a few cans, he got into his 86 Escort and headed to the liquor store. He was dead tired. Not drunk in terms of impairment, but probably over the limit (this is like... 1991 maybe?) Some dude ran a stopsign and t-boned him in the driver's side door. Knocked my 6'4 dad clear into the passenger seat. Some rookie cop arrived at the scene, told my dad that he fell asleep at the wheel because he was drunk (he was knocked out!) and gave him a DUI. Some veteran cop was there trying to talk the rook out of it... but no dice.
That was a bitch and a half... Dad took the train to work, and every day before school my mom and I would go get him at the train station.
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