last nite on the way home on a busy interstate, saw a guy weaving in front of me going slow (~45 mph). Called State police. They said they'd have their cars ahead watch for him. He must have passed me up somehow because about 5 miles later in an urban portion of the freeway, I saw him again, this time he swerved onto the left shoulder and came darn near to slamming into the median wall. Called 911 again, gave them the description, plate #. Meanwhile this guy was all over the 3 lanes, sudden lane changes, slamming on his brakes, almost hitting cars, median, etc. He got off the freeway and I called 911 again because now he was in local jurisdiction. I stayed on the line while he headed South on a main road towards Detroit city limits. He was stopping at green lights, going up over the curb, etc. I was transferred several times because he would cross city boundaries. Finally, he pulled into a shopping center on the Detroit border. He knew I was following him. On the line with Detroit police, the dispatcher wanted the location of where he was at. I said "Meijer shopping center, 8 mile and Woodward". Him: "What's the address?". :roll: I told him he was parked in front of a Foot Locker store. I DON'T KNOW THE ADDRESS. Him: "oh, he's parked, we can't do anything". Now, I know for a fact in Michigan that you are DUI if you're in a car with the keys in your possession and drunk. Don't have to be moving.
After a few minutes, I saw a private security guard in a car. I pointed the guy out who had just staggered into a McDonald's restaurant. She said "oh, at least he had the sense to pull over". She didn't seem concerned in the least that there was a drunk driver in her parking lot.
I left the lot, saw a Detroit cop car on the street, flashed my lights and honked my horn as he drove into the parking lot. I followed him, figuring that he had gotten the call. He wouldn't pull over for me, just kept slowly driving through the lot. I finally pulled up next to him and rolled my window down. By now, I was pretty frustrated. I told him the guy was drunk, couldn't even walk straight, pointed out the truck and he said that they couldn't do anything about it. :shock: I told him that if they just waited a couple of minutes, the guy would probably come out once he knew I was gone and they could get him. Cop said "ok, thank you". I watched as the cop drove over toward the McDonalds, turned in an aisle and drove away out of the parking lot.
I just left shaking my head at their apathy toward the situation. When I got home my wife said I was lucky I didn't get a ticket for flashing my lights at the cop or pulling up next to him in the opposing lane in the shopping center. :lol: And you know, she's probably right.
After a few minutes, I saw a private security guard in a car. I pointed the guy out who had just staggered into a McDonald's restaurant. She said "oh, at least he had the sense to pull over". She didn't seem concerned in the least that there was a drunk driver in her parking lot.
I left the lot, saw a Detroit cop car on the street, flashed my lights and honked my horn as he drove into the parking lot. I followed him, figuring that he had gotten the call. He wouldn't pull over for me, just kept slowly driving through the lot. I finally pulled up next to him and rolled my window down. By now, I was pretty frustrated. I told him the guy was drunk, couldn't even walk straight, pointed out the truck and he said that they couldn't do anything about it. :shock: I told him that if they just waited a couple of minutes, the guy would probably come out once he knew I was gone and they could get him. Cop said "ok, thank you". I watched as the cop drove over toward the McDonalds, turned in an aisle and drove away out of the parking lot.
I just left shaking my head at their apathy toward the situation. When I got home my wife said I was lucky I didn't get a ticket for flashing my lights at the cop or pulling up next to him in the opposing lane in the shopping center. :lol: And you know, she's probably right.