*disclaimer: I was riding on the sidewalk in this story because it was 1:20am and I was on my freeride bike with the saddle slammed, which doesn't like to exceed 10mph.

As I was leaving Evan and Dan's apartment this weekend and crossing the street to the sidewalk on the opposite side, a Chrysler Sebring came out of nowhere with a bunch of drunk kids that thought it would be hilarious to floor the gas, swerve at me, honk their horn and yell unintelligible drunken slurs at me. I caught a passing glimpse of the blonde-over-black dyed hair, which is a tribal symbol of the sorority/club girl. I knew immediately I was more than likely dealing with a car full of ******bags. With it being 1:20am, and being vastly out-numbered, I decided it was best to shake my head, let it slide and roll on home.

Seconds later, I heard another engine hit wide-open-throttle. I figured someone behind the first car was inspired to the same course of action, so I readied myself for another round of sophomoric shenanigans. Well, turns out the second car was actually the cop that was right behind them when they a) swerved drunkenly at me b) changed lanes without signaling c) yelled obscenities d) layed on their horn for no reason e) careened recklessly around a corner, possibly through a red light. This is one of the few times I was happy to see a cop. Needless to say, the cop pulled them over within a block, and two more officers quickly responded and came on the scene since there were about 5 kids stuffed into the Sebring, looking suspiciously like this. As I rode by on the sidewalk, feet from where the driver was getting grilled, I couldn't help but smile as I overheard the cop ask the driver:

"So, how many is a few?"

I gave the whole scene the thumbs-up and big cheesey grin comforted by the knowledge that someone would be getting a DUI.