This story is both sad and hilarious. I knew this guy about 30 (35 actually!) years ago. We worked together at a shipyard in Seattle. I didn't have a bike at the time. He bought a brand new 1981 KZ750. Man I was jealous! We were all moderate to heavy drinkers back then, especially this guy, he was a young displaced logger. Anyway, he was out with friends drinking and as he was leaving to go home, travelling down the street to the next light, he sees a cop waiting at the light on the cross street. As he rolls up to the light it changes and he has to stop. He stops and promptly forgets to put his feet down. You guessed it, the cop hit the lights and siren, picked him up off the road and he went to jail! I laughed my ass off! Later that year, he ran it right into a guardrail, hit it dead on at 90 degrees! He thought he was on an on-ramp onto I5 but was on a side street that made a 90 degree right turn. He said he was doing somewhere around 45 or 50 mph.. Messed him up good enough that he missed several weeks of work. As far as I know, he's not ridden since. Probably a good thing as he had a hard time staying sober anyway.
PS: I do NOT engage in impaired riding/driving and in NO way encourage it. I also will not ride with those that do it.