I got pulled over on my way home to Manly (Sydney, AUS) and they were breath testing everyone coming out of the city on that road. If you’d been drinking you had no opportunity to u-turn once you’d realised the cops were ahead.
I was riding a motorbike at the time and pulled up and raised my visor… “Been drinking?” Said the cop. “On a 900cc with a pillion? Not bloody likely!” I replied. “On your way then.”
Seemed sensible enough to me.
Then again there was the Aussie urban myth….
A guy stumbles out of a bar, staggers to his car, fails to get the keys in the door, drops the keys, spends ages looking for them, fails to get then in the door again, but eventually manages to get in the car where he remains for a while. Meanwhile everyone else has left the pub…. After a while he gets the car started and finds first gear. Blue lights come on and he gets pulled. After being blowing into the breathalyser, the cop is amazed to find the guy doesn’t even register. The cops are dumbfounded. “I’m tonight’s designated distraction!” Says the bloke.
Class!