Actually, pickle, when we left SFBC, we all walked up Columbus, where we left you and Em at that little restaurant. Jess and I kept walking to go get some ice cream and coffee. If you remember back, you'll remember we did not have our helmets in hand. Why? Because I was allowing for enough time to elapse to ensure that I was well below the limit. Factoring in an hour per beer, I gave it another hour before I put the key into the ignition.
I, more than most or possibly all of you, have more to lose if I get pulled over for drinking and driving. The FAA will suspend my flying license-- also a privilege from the gubbment, Pieman --and my employer will fire me for cause. It's not a mere $10,000 out of my pocket for legal expenses, fines, insurance, and court costs, but rather my entire livelihood. So trust me, I am well aware of what my limits are.
In the end, I have sympathy for Kamar, because I too, in the past, have rolled the dice and assumed that I wouldn't get caught. But as an older and wiser man, I recognise the risk/reward issue is so out of balance that the inconvenience of calling a cab, hanging out for a couple of hours, or going to see a movie instead of hitting the bar is a far better choice. It doesn't change the fact he is a dumba$$-- just as I was when I did it --and when anyone thinks it through it is unforgivably wrong in that you are intentionally endangering others by your actions.
Totem