I was 21 when this happened.

I was meeting some of my friends downtown (Chicago) and we were going to go
bar hopping.  I was going to stay with my aunt and uncle who live in the
city afterwards rather than drive home.  So there I was, driving up Lake
Shore drive when Chicago cop car pulls up behind, lights a-blazing.  I move
over hoping they would pass, but no luck.  They moved with me. So I pull
over.  A little irritated because I wasn't really speeding.  I mean I was
going the speed of traffic.  So the cops walks up and asks for Drivers
License, insurance, registration etc.  He looks it over and asks the
inevitable question,
"Know why i pulled you over?"
I of course say no.
He says, "You were driving a little erratically.  Swerving in and out of
lanes."
I was not doing this so I attempted to protest when he asks, "you been
drinking?"
I say "No officer."
He says, "well I need you to step out of the car."
So I do as he asks.  He then proceeds to give me a field sobriety test.  I'm
absolutely flabbergasted because i don't understand why he's doing this.
But, I'm already running late so I just do it.  I do the finger on the nose,
walk in a straight line, etc. etc.  All the while on Lake Shore Drive, one
of the busiest roads in the Loop, cop car with two giant spotlights shining
right on me, and people are driving by looking at me all funny and some even
laughing. So I get done with the stright line thing and he says, "I need to
you to do a cartwheel."
I said, "WHAT?  A cartwheel?"
he replied, "It's a new part of the test.  I know it's a bit unconventional,
but I have to administer it.  It's the very last thing.  You've done fine so
far.  You do this one, and you're free to go.  Otherwise, we have to take
you to the station, give you a breathalyzer and take some blood and wait for
the results.  That would take at least 4 hours."
Defeated and really wanting a beer, I agree to do it.  I do my little cart
wheel and then look at him.  He shakes his head and says "I don't know.
That was more like a round off because your feet didn't go all the way over.
technically that's considered a failure and i'd have to take you in.  But, I
know that it's not easy to do so I'll let you try it again. This time, get
your feet over."
So I do it again, making sure that my feet go all the way over, but I
stumble a little on the landing.  The officers winces ad says "That little
stumble really hurt you.  If you stumble at the end, that's grounds for
failing the test and I'll have to take you in." I actually begged him for
one last shot, which he agreed to.  So I do my third cartwheel, this one was
perfect.  When I look at him, I see him kind of chuckle a little, like he's
trying to hold back a laugh.  I get furious.  I start screaming at him,
demanding his badge number, and threatening all sorts of lawsuits when the
spotlights of the squad car turn off and I look in the drivers seat and
there's my uncle (a Chicago cop and the uncle's whose house I'm staying at)
laughing his ass off.  He knew which way I would be going downtown and he
waited there for an hour, just to pull me over.  So I rush the car, but he
got the door locked too fast.  So there I am, on Lake Shore Drive, one of
the busiest streets in downtown Chicago, beating on a police car.  Could you
imagine driving down the road and seeing some guy beating on a cop car?
After we settled down, we just laughed our butts off.  If only they filmed
it.

Respectfully and believe it or not, it's a true story,

Michael
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