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DWI, The Real Costs

For us, last summer consisted of doing and learning new and different things in order to broaden our horizons and increase our knowledge base.  Writing can be boring for both writer and reader if nothing new comes into the writer’s life.  During the summer, we met a very nice lady.  She was in business for herself and the business was very profitable and thriving, but she was having a hard time making ends meet.

While we were working with her, I had to drive her to town one day so she could make some deliveries.  While I drove we talked about different things, including her business, and since she was physically and mentally capable of driving herself and the items that needed delivered were light and easy to handle, why she needed me to drive. DWI was the reason.

As the story goes, she had been making deliveries one evening and one of the stops was at a tavern where “happy hour” was in progress.  Drinks were half price, at one dollar each, and she had a few more than she would have if they’d been the normal $2.00.  On the way home, she encountered a state policeman who was concerned about her weaving down the road and didn’t care at all that drinks had been half the normal fare.  Sometimes when I get that kind of information in my head, I have to let it work its way around until I can come up with an answer that translates to real life, why so many of us seem to always be over scheduled in our lives and a dollar or more short in our wallets.

We didn’t discuss how many too many drinks she had, so I’m using four as the benchmark.  At first glance, it would appear that she’d saved $4.00, but a DWI traffic ticket alone can cost hundreds, maybe thousands.  Staying overnight in jail can’t be a real pleasant experience.  I understand that in the drunk tank a lot of people get sick and throw up, maybe on the floor and possibly on you.  If you’ve ever had your car towed, you know it’s not free or even cheap.  At this point in the story, we’re probably talking $1500.00. When she went to court, it cost her time and,  since she had to have to have someone else tend to business for her, more money.  If an attorney were required, the price of those “cheap” drinks goes up quickly.  For the last two, let’s add $500.00, and that’s probably conservative.

Now that we’ve gotten all the obvious initial costs in money and life energy out of the way, let’s see what else was involved.  The lady had to drive to a big city once a week to service her customers there.  Her drivers license had been suspended for a year and she had to have someone else drive her an hour and a half to the city, four or five hours around in the city and an hour and a half back.  One hundred dollars a day, once a week was the cost.  Her business in the city was the mainstay of her overall income, and she couldn’t afford to drop it because of costs to get there and back.  Multiplying fifty-two weeks times one hundred dollars per week, plus the other costs to this point, we find her costs are now $7200.00 less the $4.00 saved at happy hour.  In most states, when a person gets a DWI, they have to have a special piece of equipment installed on their vehicle that won’t allow them to drive if, after breathing into it, their blood/alcohol level is above a certain percentage.  They have to buy the equipment and it isn’t installed for free.  The cost depends on the state and, without pursuing it further, I’m going to estimate it cost her another $500.00. 

She said her designated driver got sick and she had to spend a lot of time trying to find a replacement or lose the business, possibly for that day or maybe forever.  There’s no way to put a dollar figure on the costs involving loss of life energy, but in dollar figures alone, her overall costs were probably ten thousand dollars.  That figure coincides with what a long time friend told me it cost him for the same problem. 

None of the above includes any costs and damages that may have occurred or been caused to personal lives and relationships.  It almost cost my long time friend his marriage.  How can we place a monetary figure on the parts of our life that’s bled away by those types of experiences?  We can’t but, if we’re honest with ourselves, we know they suck up our life energies.

       
     

Larry Miller: I was born in Los Angeles in 1940. My father was a fighter pilot instructor during WWll and we moved from coast to coast, maybe that’s where I got the nomad in my blood. After graduating from high school in 1958 I joined the Marines. That lifestyle wasn’t for me and upon my discharge I went on with my life, and have never looked back. I worked briefly for a Caterpillar dealer in Riverside, CA before moving back to N. California where I was a welder and truck driver for a chemical company. Truck driving wasn’t my calling anymore than being in the Marines, and I went back to work for another Caterpillar dealer steam cleaning dirty tractor parts and welding. They sent me to schools, lots and lots of schools. I spent as much time going to trade schools as I did at work. I went from cleaning parts to apprentice field mechanic, to mechanic to the parts department to satellite store manager in less than two years. They wanted me to move to Sacramento and be a salesman: I moved to Oregon to learn to commune with nature. I went to work for another heavy equipment dealer and was later contacted by the World’s largest Lorraine Crane dealer and offered the position of purchasing agent and general parts manager. In 1967 I was offered a line of automotive parts and supplies and went into business for myself. My business revolved around eleven race cars that we maintained for others, driving race cars professionally and maintaining high end sports cars. I was a championship and regional champion driver. My business was the largest import parts and service, non dealer, in the state until I sold it in 1979. We went sailing in 79, first to Mexico and then Hawaii. I was an award winning Trans-Pacific sailor and sailor of the year, Hawaii, Island of Kauai. An opportunity presented itself in Hawaii during 1981 and I was back in business, importing Japanese auto body and hard parts. I also felt the pull to write and began freelancing for magazines and newspapers in 1982. My main focus in my articles is, and always has been, health, wellness and fitness. Most of us have heard the saying, “Time is all we have.” I disagree. Our health is all we have, because without our health, we have no time. I was a US Olympic team hopeful in racewalking and held all the records for the state of Hawaii. As a sponsored athlete in my forties, I finished first in nine marathons in a row in my division, qualified for the Ironman® and was the state USCF cycling champion five times in Hawaii and Oregon. Celinda and I were married in 1988 after a three year engagement. We sold our businesses and organic farm and sailed back to Oregon. After our sailboat boat was sold, we moved to Joseph, Oregon, two miles from the trailhead into the Eagle Cap Wilderness. We were caregivers for my mother the last ten years she was alive. We moved to New Mexico in 1995 because it was too cold for my mom in Oregon during the winters. Celinda designed, and I engineered and built our strawbale house. I began writing the weekly health column for a local newspaper in 1996, and still do. In 2000, I took the summer off to do a four month, 4000 mile, hike, bike and kayak odyssey. I’d been writing health, fitness and sports articles since 1982 and the journey produced a full-length, nonfiction, first person adventure book, Yol Bolsun, May There Be A Road, which can be bought from Amazon.com and others over the Internet. The summer of 2001 was spent hiking. kayaking, fishing and exploring the southwest. In 2002 Celinda and I spent the summer in Canada learning the hospitality business at a resort in preparation for doing promotion for the resort in the US. Most of 2003 was spent reestablishing the trees and landscape that had died during the stay in Canada. We had a house sitter and the house sitter had an ex-husband, and that’s a long story. In July of 2004 I did a solo kayak trip on the Snake River, taking pictures, writing articles and pencil sketching the journey. I hope to do another kayak adventure on the Snake River during the summer of 2008, on the section I missed in 2000 and 2004. In 2005, I returned to Canada to the resort where we’d spent 2002. I was supposed to be there for the month of June. I’d contacted people I’d met in 2002 and they came back to Canada to fish, hike and spend time at the resort, Echo Valley Ranch and Spa, while I was there. My one month became five and then it was off to Spain to do the El Camino de Santiago as a travel companion with one of the guests who’d returned to Canada in June. During the summer of 2006 a friend from Ireland, who I’d met in Spain the year before, came to visit in NM and we fished, hiked and explored the White Mountains of AZ. He’d never slept out in the wild in a tent before, and it was quite an experience, for both of us. My newspaper articles were put on the Internet beginning in 2002. I was asked to give public speaking engagements, photo and video presentations, on various subjects for the library in Deming, NM and continue to do so. In 2006 I videoed and produced a DVD for the Smithsonian Institute’s travel exhibit “Between Fences.” NMFILMS had a conference by invitation only, which I attended. While attending the conference, I realized that film making wasn’t what I wanted to do but I still wanted to use my sixteen years of experience and enjoyment of videoing and photography. During the winter of 2005, I discovered that no one on record had ever run from the Arizona border to the Texas border, a distance of 165 miles. During the spring and summer of 2006 I trained for the run and the run was completed in October, 2006. In late 2005, I began building and maintaining websites incorporating all the things I enjoyed about video, photography, travel and the out of doors. 2007 has been a summer of upgrading the home and property which resulted in a downgrading of my enthusiasm for being located in one place. If we don’t like what’s happening in our life, we need to change what we’re doing. Celinda and I are ready to pull up roots and move on. I guess I’ve come full circle. I’m ready to revert back to my childhood, and a nomadic lifestyle.
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