
Originally Posted by
kenyonchris
I feel so badly for the families of these poor riders. It is tragic. Trust me, I am the FIRST to be incredibly frustrated with the legal system in prosecuting DWIs. I very recently went to court on an arrest I made almost a year ago at 7PM, the woman was going 54 in a 45, swerving in and out of traffic (driving behavior caught on my dash cam as well). I did the field sobriety and she failed miserably...she looked jacked up on video, she sounded it, she smelled like it, her eyes bounced around like ping pong balls (something only head trauma or some depressants (ie alcohol) can induce). She had an open container in her car. I arrested her. At the jail, I asked her if she wished to submit a sample of her breath....it is optional, a subject does not have to. She wanted my advice on whether or not she SHOULD, and of course, made very little sense, being very drunk. I could not advise her if she should or should not, of course, i just informed her of what would happen if she did, what would happen if she did not (her license is suspended if she does not, while the case awaits prosecution, if she blows over.08 it is suspended. If she blows under, she is released). She finally said, "I am not drunk, go ahead take my blood." I was asking for breath, not blood. The jury thought I should have taken the blood she offered, even though that is not policy or law. Blood samples are taken if we suspect drugs or other substances, not alcohol. She was found not guilty on this technicality. UGH!!!!!!!!! That should NOT happen.
Having said that, I still ride my bike. I know that I am vulnerable, to drunk drivers, distracted drivers, teenage drivers, stupid drivers, sleepy drivers, blind turns, my own dumb stupidity, rocks, cracks, flats, mechanical failures on cars, mechanical failures on my bike. If I am unlucky enough to be hit, negligently or accidentally, at least I have lived a full, active life. It doesn't make it any better, but those people are out there, I work to take them off the streets every single day, and I will NOT be held hostage by them. If I encounter one on my bike and come out the loser for it, then I was doing something I love and refuse to give up even though the other half exists and always will, no matter how many people I stop, warn, caution, cite, arrest, and testify against. My own risk and vulnerability is something I accept, it doesn't make tragic outcomes any less tragic, but I would hope the my loved ones knew that I loved what I do every time I get on a bike and venture out there...