“Going to get smokes for a couple friends in College. Back in 1988 I was a sophomore at small upstate NY college. I was back early that year as an orientation guide. Ran into a bud from my hometown that night (he was gonna be a freshman, no idea wtf he was doing there yet). He had 2 girls with him, and a case of beer. We went to my apartment, drank it all and some more, and they needed smokes. I don’t smoke. We decide to walk ONE HALF MILE to the mini mart. Now, this is a TINY college town, one stoplight. We start walking and just then it starts raining. The girls see my car – 1977 Red Trans Am. ‘Ohhh is that your car? Lets take that!’ I remember looking down at my keys thinking ‘Nope, shouldn’t do that.’ But I did. Start the car, vrrroom, peel out, tear off toward the mini mart. Doing probably 50 in a 30, and RIGHT PAST THE VILLAGE COP. I kept going to the mini mart, where I was met by the OTHER cop car, and arrested by all 4 Alfred, NY cops. I later had the distinction of being the first driving while under alcohol conviction in that village.
It has followed and affected me numerous times since. It’s even cost me jobs. I lost my license for a year, had to sell the car, went into the ‘risk pool’ for insurance for 7 years. When I could finally afford another car basic, no frills, no collision, insurance cost me $3500 a year in 1991, my car cost $3000. Most recently, I’m now 40 freaking five, and I wanted to go to Canada with my wife and kids this summer. Cant get into the country with a DWI. Have to apply to the freaking magistrate and prove that Im ‘rehabilitated.’ Will cost $250-500, several months, and no guarantees. I have an otherwise totally clean record.” – nysflyboy