[kscarrol]

It's a long story from back in my college days (the early 80's) and I was a pledge at a fraternity/sorority pajama party when we ran out of beer so I got volunteered to go get more kegs. They threw the empty kegs in the back of a brother's beat up old El Camino and sent me off. Getting to the beer place required driving down a long, dark stretch of deserted road where I realized there was no light on the speedometer so I was guessing my speed. A state trooper coming the opposite way got me on radar and quickly turned around with his lights on so I pulled over and waited. He goes through the usual, license and registration routine and says he had me doing 77 in a 55. I was 18 at the time and tried to talk my way out of it but couldn't so he goes back to his car to run my license and write up the ticket as I stand there in boxer shorts and a t-shirt with three dry kegs in the back. He comes back out and is explaining the process for paying the ticket or going to court to contest it when he stops, looks at the kegs and then back at me and asks "son, have you been drinking?" I maintained eye contact and replied "no sir!" Guess I sounded sober enough because he gave me the ticket and said "you be safe driving home". Young and dumb for sure but dodged a bullet on that one!