I worked in a Chevron station while in highschool and the St. Patrol bought their gas there and we did some work on the cars so I got to know a few of the troopers. I went in the Navy in '65 and about a month after I got out, a Navy buddy from Seattle and I went out and hit it hard. My buddy was driving. I dozed off on the way home as it was about 3:00 am. He turned off I-5, dozed off at the wheel and stopped on the ramp. We woke up with a trooper knocking on the window. My buddy had his foot on the brake so we didn't go off the road and he was asleep at the wheel. (good name for a band) The trooper recognized me, told us to get our asses home before he changed his mind and gave us a pass. Thanks to the trooper, we didn't get arrested, car was not impounded and we just had a well deserved hangover the next day. Pays to be polite to troops.