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.
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