One time I pulled up to a DUI checkpoint on my Harley, late at night, I was revving the engine kind of loud (like an idiot), sort of inviting the cop to breath test me. One of the other cops laughed, said he knew me from the gym, knew I didn't drink at all, and told the first cop not to bother. We all laughed and they waved me on through.
Ahhhh, the joys of sobriety.
