Some drunk jackass in a suburban almost hit me on my way through town about half an hour ago, he was in the oncoming lane and then all of a sudden he starts driving over to my side, if I hadn't been paying attention, I wouldn't have swerved they would probably be trying to dig my carcass out from inside a heap of fiberglass right now! The good part about this is that a cop was sitting in a parking lot less than half a block down. I pulled in next to him really fast and told him what had happened and he took off after him-that made me feel much better. I have no respect for people who drive drunk, what an ass...

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'86 SE V-6 (Soon to be V-8, I hope!)
'75 Fiat 124 Spider
'88 Ford T-Bird Turbo

Lucky, good thing you keep your eye for those things. My cell phone might as well be a permanent part of my body, I am literally never without it. Ohio has a number you can call 1-800-GRAB-DUI but I hear it is terribly understaffed an ineffective. Instead I carry the numbers for all surrounding jurrisidictions. If I ever see a drunk, I'm calling their a$$ in. If they ever hit me and I survive, I'll beat them before calling the cops. Excuse will be they must've been in a bar fight .