http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/wayoflife/10/10/aa.traffic.tix/index.html Back during my wild years, which lasted for about a half decade, and when I was probably at my worst, I got out of a ticket that I sooooooo much deserved. I was initially pulled over for racing. I also had an open bottle of something [don't remember what, but it was alcohol], behind the seat. The cop asked me if I knew how fast I was going, and I said something like, "yes, about 60", or however fast I was going when he saw me [this was down a main street in a small town]. He asked if I was old enough to be drinking. I said no. He then asked if I had been drinking, and I said yes... but that I wasn't too drunk to drive... then adding, but I'm sure that won't matter, to which he responded, "it might!". He eventually gave me a stern warning and let me go without a ticket. Luckily he never saw the open container. I have often thought of how that one rare episode might have changed my life forever if I had encountered a different cop. At this point in my life I don't even have any driving tickets on my record, much less an arrest.