A girl in the town where I grew up, a few years older than me, died in an accident when she fell asleep at the wheel. When my sister and I were teenagers, one of my mother's many rules for letting us borrow the car was that, if we were going somewhere late at night, the person in the passenger seat had to stay awake and make sure the driver stayed awake.
'Hell Bound'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
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Also, it was stated multiple times in our trial that the question is not whether someone is driving drunk, but whether they are under the influence, and those are totally different standards. That is partly why the BAC > .08 charge was totally separate.
I think we're all losing track of the Megan's important realization here:
Mostly what I learned from this case was, if you flee the scene, stay fled.
The "don't get in a car with a drunk driver" stuff in school started around first or second grade. There were a few times when my family went out to dinner while my sister and I were in elementary school and my dad had a beer with dinner and my sister and I absolutely refused to get into the car with him driving afterwards. My parents usually decided to just shrug and have my mom drive, rather than try to explain the difference between "had a drink" and "drunk" to elementary school kids.
I've gotten to where I will pull off at a rest area, lock the doors, and nap for about 20-30 minutes.
Even exhausted I have a hard time napping on demand. But I'll just wait for some sleep or some actual alertness before I get back on the road.
Except recently driving home from Seattle. I got suddenly tired so I pulled off. I parked on the very edge of the rest stop, put a podcast on instead of my audiobook, tipped back my seat and turned the car off. Realized when I woke up twenty minutes later that turning my car off? Unlocks my door. Kids, this is why tired = stupid. But I felt way better for the rest of my drive home and thankfully was not murderized at a rest stop.
Megan's important realization
This is a key finding. If you flee, stay fled.
Other things I learned:
--plaid is not red, but it doesn't matter anyway
--don't mess with a neighborhood construction guy who views a park as his own personal world
--put another person's name on your keychain, preferably another race/ethnicity than your own
--when an officer asks if you've have anything to drink that
morning,
don't say "a few beers"
Cass, we're glad you weren't murderized, too. Good grief, woman.
Flee, stay fled. Check.
Y'all I have to be up in 6 hours. Sleep is being an illusive bitch tonight.
If you flee, stay fled.
Unless you're on an episode of Law and Order, because then you'll get arrested again by the same cop 20 years later and they'll find some way to charge you with a hundred different crimes.
Unless you're on an episode of Law and Order, because then you'll get arrested again by the same cop 20 years later and they'll find some way to charge you with a hundred different crimes.
Exactly. Or you'll flee to another country, and there will be crazy extradition plans, and they'll find out something even WORSE about you, etc, etc.