The other day I was pulled over by police for a holiday season breath test. I had some beer in me so when asked if I had been drinking I said yes. I then had to park the car and sit in the back of the cruiser as I was read my rights before the breath machine touched my lips.

The officer was listening to metal when I got into the car so we began to talk about our love for thrash metal. I took the breathalyzer blew way under, and was on my way.

I kept my mouth piece as a souvenir and rode on victorious in the mighty Questor.