I'll start
Overland Park Ks. July 1981. Beat-up old pickup weaving down Metcalf Ave. (main drag) about 2:00 AM. I'm in a two man unit. After I stopped the guy I asked for his license/registration/insurance. He was very polite but obviously drunk. He was wearing a big brim dirty white cowboy hat and a red checker shirt. The hat was cocked off to one side. When I looked at the picture on his licenses he had on the exact same outfit. I almost lost it. He even had the same grin on his face. My partner and I had a good laugh. When we gave him the sobriety test he failed, he told us he had been drinking for 3 days and had consumed 10 cases of beer. I'm sure some of you have much better stories than this one but if you saw this guy it was hysterical :-laf :-laf :-laf
