Hi, This is supposed to be a true story from the Mount Isa in Queensland . Recently a routine Police patrol car parked outside a local neighbourhood pub. Late in the evening the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the car park for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing. After what seemed an eternity and trying his keys on five vehicles. The man managed to find his car, which he fell into. He was there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off. Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off (it was a fine dry night). Then flicked the indicators on, then off, tooted the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few cm, reversed a little and then remained stationary for a few more minutes as some more vehicles left. At last he pulled out of the car park and started to drive slowly down the road. The Police officer, having patiently waited all this time, now started up the patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and carried out a random breathalyser test. To his amazement the breathalyser indicated no evidence of the man's intoxication. The Police officer said 'I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the Police station - this breathalyser equipment must be broken.' 'I doubt it,' said the man, 'Tonight I'm the Designated Decoy'.
This I will remember for next summer! We got the same tolerance for boats as we have for cars last summer, 0,2 ‰, which is not even a beer...
Great one, can't stop laughing! Had the same situation happen to me once, my ignorance told me the guy was drunk, stood aside willing to help but wanted to enjoy the funny moment, later his face spasms and fruity breath shook me so hard that he is diabetic and having a low blood sugar seizure! Since then I don't joke about signs of distress and take the least of them very seriously. Will teach the guys the trick though, you never know when it comes in handy! Thanks for sharing.
May I commend to you the City of Mount Isa. In the city limits of 43,300 sq. kilometres and 25,000 mostly drunk, overpaid and young miners, there are only 4 hookers to go around. How do I know? My girlfriend and I spent the night in the only hotel we could find to sleep in after hours on the road. The walls "Shook"; in the vernaculation of the Gods of Oz Rock, AC/DC; "all night long........." Where I parked my bike in the secure compound, there was a brand new Suzuki 800 'DR Big' dirt bike. The next morning, sat next to what's left of the bike's wreckage, was a very drunken rider covered in cuts and bruises. "The bloody thing doesn't work". This said, the bikeshop truck delivered yet another indentical one to the owner. It's 06.15 and he offers me a beer for the road. Yes, Mt.Isa. A delight!!!!!
Dead right Fish! My son works out of Darwin to Alice Springs and tells me stories of wastage and etc. that are nuts! New wrecked cars left on the side of the road! I wanted to buy a manual gear 6 cylinder classic sports for myself and for my younger son, not just to enjoy, but also because I believe real driving as in "safety" etc. is best done on a manual gearbox. These days all the kids learn on Auto which I dislike. Trouble is ALL the good old Austin Healeys, especially the big 8's are so over priced it is cheaper to buy a new Jag! No kidding. So then I tried my old favourite, the Triumph TR 4's and rarer 5's....forget it! All prices are so high it is not even viable. $30,000 for a Triumph TR5 and $17,000 + for a 4! I reckon it will come back to reality in the next 18 months.
