Monday, Jul. 15, 2002 1:31 a.m.
Curse of the Neon

I just read GlitterKick's story about being arrested in her Neon and now I wonder if it's catching.

I too have a Dodge Neon arrest story.

Almost 2 years ago in November I had the worst day of my life. I'll spare you all of the details, but let's say it was capped off with a car accident. The accident part was partly my fault. I turned out in front of someone. Someone who was driving a stolen car about 60 miles an hour down a 35 mph street in the middle of the downtown area here, which happens to host the majority of the bars here and surprisingly enough is the site of many DUI sweeps.

So crash. I got hit by the CarJacker and my little Neon spun completely around in a circle and stopped. My bumper was ripped off and my licsence plate was bent. The other car got about a couple of scratches. It was actually made out of metal.

Anyway I jumped out of the car to see if the other guy was dead and got immediately apprehended by a CHP officer telling me to get back into my car and pull it out of the street and sit in it until he told me otherwise. So I did. It started right up and I moved it just fine.

I had to sit in my car until the city cops showed up. That's when I was informed that this was being treated as a DUI type accident. As in I was under the influence of something. So they pulled out their breathilizer and had me blow into it. 0.0 came up. So that went out the window and they started giving me other tests because I seemed "upset and agitated."

Well no shit, I thought I had totalled my car which at the time I still owed like 10 grand on. So if you ever wreck your car, don't act upset. I reccomend singing a jaunty tune.

Anyway one cop said I passed the field sobriety tests, but his partner, who I found out later was a Catholic, Republican with like 16 kids and had a name tag that I'm sure said Hitler, said I would need to take a drug test. I said sure, I'll take the drug test, I hadn't even seen any drugs in the year previous to this, I had no problem with doing that.

Another cop shows up. A female cop. That's when I figured out that in order to take this drug test they were going to arrest me. Oh. Cuffs go on. I get shoved in the car. Off we go.

I get to sit in the waiting area in the police station for a good 2 hours after peeing in this cup. I had to take out all of my piercings and jewelry and sit on this chair while Officer Hitler questioned me over and over getting the same answers and stopping to tell whatever other cops that walked by who I was because *gasp* I'm on the radio. Big fucking deal. I'm also handcuffed and hating you right now.

Finally they tell me they're booking me into the jail for suspcision of being under a central nervous system stimulant. Which could be coffee. Bet you didn't know it was illegal to drink too much coffee.

So I sat in jail for close to 11 hours with a bunch of other unfortunate souls and finally at around 1pm the next day they let us out and my daddy was waiting to take me to get another drug test and hope to bed. I slept for 2 days.

Long story short, after all of this, plus having to drag my car out of impound and causing 3000 dollars worth of damage to it, losing my licsence for a week and a month worth of court dates, we finally went in, showed them my copy of my very clean drug test which matched up perfectly with the city's also very clean drug test, I finally got my licesce back two weeks before Christmas. My car finally got out of the shop on the day before Christmas eve.

Not sure it had anything to do with driving a Neon... But you never know.

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