Take a cab

[Road King Cole]

I know this is old, but with the holiday's upon us, thought I would post this:

Take a Cab

At this time of the year, when the roadblocks come up with great regularity, I would like to share a personal experience with my closest friends about drinking and driving. As you well know, some of us have been known to have had brushes with the authorities on our way home from an occasional social session over the years.

A couple of nights ago, I was out for an evening with friends and had a couple of cocktails and some rather nice red wine.
Knowing full well I may have been slightly over the limit, I did something I've never done before ~ I took a cab home. Sure enough, I passed a police road block but, since it was a cab, they waved it past.

I arrived home safely without incident, which was a real surprise, since I have never driven a cab before and am not sure where I got it or what to do with it now that it's in my garage.

 

[chumbucket]

Well, so long as Hajiib is no where to be found, start your own Taxi service on the side.

Good post RKC.

 

[chumbucket]

A funny, somewhat related story.
Years ago I worked at a local bar. We decided to all go to a NE Patriots game. For you local guys, it was right around the time they transitioned from Shaefer Stadium to Sullivan Stadium. Long before the Gillette moniker.
We decided it would be best to charter a local bus service. Started out the morning at the bar with bacon, eggs, and lots of other grub and of course, for most the drinking started during breakfast. We loaded up the bus with one full cooler on board and another down below in the luggage compartment. The bus was stopped by the State Police even before we got to the stadium. Seems the tallest guy on the bus with us pissed out the window and it just so happened that the State Cop was riding along side of us on his motorcycle. He came on the bus like a Storm Trooper with a stream of piss across his chest. LOL. He was going to turn us around right then and there but decided to let us go with warnings.
The parking lot tailgating back then was totally out of control. Not a place you'd want to bring your wife or kids at all. Throughout the tailgating and game, they were dragging our party members off for drunk and disorderly one by one. By the end of the game, they escorted the rest of us back to the bus. While milling around, all hell broke loose and a big brawl broke out between our busload and the one next to ours. There were police everywhere cracking heads and knees (mine specifically) with their riot sticks. A helicopter landed in the parking lot with re-inforcements. They finally got everything subdued and everyone loaded onto their respective buses when they realized our bus driver was no where to be found. Turns out he was dragged away also for drunk and disorderly conduct. They had to go retrieve him from the Foxboro State Police Barracks to drive us out of there. LOL
It was quite an event and one where our designated driver didn't work out so well. And this was all before most of the strict drunk driving laws that we have now were put into place.

 

[willy]

Different world back then my friend.

When I started on the P.D thirty six years ago we had three bars, one in particular was a big rock and roll club and lots of problems. We also had the motorcycle gang called the Pagan's, who used to come in once a month and raise some hell at that bar and then the Scotchwood Diner after it closed.
Twenty to forty man brawls, with accompanying crazed drunk tattooed bimbettes were a frequent Friday and Saturday night occurrence.
We would go there with four or five guys if we were lucky, and call for back up from the bordering towns and would have a melee where we would literally crack heads and knees, get knocked around ourselves pretty good. Maybe lock up one or two of the worst who assaulted the Police and then everyone would jump on their bikes and in their cars and drive off. We always had to have at least three or four hauled off in ambulances to bloody to get off the ground on their own.
Usually because they put a hand on a cop.
We would all be back at HQ by 3:30 or so, drinking coffee and shooting the breeze.
The junior man, Me for a long time, usually had to write a quick report. About two paragraphs, fill in all the boxes, add a couple of names of the two or three who were in the lock up passed out. Quick arrest report and issue a couple of summons for disorderly person.
Today these incidents would have been accompanied by news vans, all night calls from the press, meetings with the politicians and the press and statements by the prosecutors office in the morning.
Different world all together.
I miss the old one.

 

[chumbucket]

Definitely a different world back then. I got my knees cracked in that incident and at the time, me and a buddy were just sitting on an embankment watching the melee and having a few laughs.
We all laugh about it still.