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A couple of years ago we had a weekend set aside for golfing, drinking and more drinking at one of the nicest courses around. It was about a 3 hour drive and you know what that means - window down, radio blasting and a case of beer each. We were about half way there, I was on number 3 or 4 and the other three guys were probably on number 7 or 8, when all of a sudden I topped a hill and there in front of me was about 6 cop cars with lights flashing on both sides of the road. I thought "Crap there goes the weekend and there goes my license". I hide my beer away but I couldn't say I didn't know the other guys were drinking. The guy in the passenger seat was up to his knees in beer cans. I was trying to figure out some explanation that might get away with just a stern lecture when I realized that instead of a roadblock the cops were escorting some guy who was running across the country. I honked my horn and we all waved for support as we drove on by and thanked our lucky stars as we popped the top off another one.
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