Only time I really drunk drove was when my father in law was even drunker and stoneder and too wasted to drive his Porsche up some winding roads up the hill to this friends cabin. I was pretty careful with it but not too much, I knew he was checking if I was a real man. It was fun but not something I’d do on the highway. I like my reflexes.
Pictures are my own. That car was being chased by the po lice and flew down the embankement. Driver climbed out of the window seconds later unharmed and ran off, but was captured by the dozens of cops that were on his tail.