Beer truck driver arrested on DUI charge in I-70 rollover

Alcohol abuse and stupidity in one package. Wow. Driving a beer truck and drunk? Sampling the wares?

 

Wrong just plain old fashioned wrong

 

Naaaaa......it was probably Coors Beer

 

What do you think his dumb decision will cost him?

 

A whole lot would be my guess A. his cdl B. huge fines C. potential jail time and lets not forget about all the happy hours he's gonna miss

 

Drivers thoughts... I'm in hog heaven! I won't run out of beer tonight.

Then it happened....

He'll have plenty of time to think about his stupidity!

Thank god he's off the roads for good and nobody got killed.

 

What a moron! Think of all the people he could have killed. Also what a wast of beer!

 

I know I'm a few years late, but I just searched for this wreck because I was just telling a friend the story and wondered if it was still online. Can't find the TV news clip where I was describing this #######, but I stumbled across this. I was the one who pulled this ####### from the truck, with the help of two other men that came from the eastbound side, and who were smarter than I, and got the hell outta there and away from the fire as soon as we got him out, and chose to stay anonymous when all the news crews arrived. I had no choice but to go on tv, because my kids, who went from hysterical fear to, "My Daddy's a hero excitement, begged me to because they wanted to see me on tv. Ok, maybe my adrenaline charged ego wanted to see me on tv too, plus there was a huge crowd of people by then, egging me on to go on tv so they could watch it later.
My family and I were on the way back to Junction from our lake house in Morgan County, Co. when this guy starting swerving and tipped the truck about ¼ mile ahead of us. All we saw was massive amounts of sparks from his landing gear hitting the pavement. He didn't hit the median until after he tipped and his truck slid sideways, sliding under an overpass blocking the whole westbound side of I70. My wife is a nurse and instantly started to run to the truck with me, but stopped when the fire started, fearing that our 4 children would be orphaned if we both went in, so she ran back to them. I had to fight the little ####### to get him out of the passenger door, (which was the door on top at this point) because he wanted to look for his sandals, even though I told him several times that the truck was on fire. I finally got him to get out by telling him I would get them, (I was lying. I don't like burning) but it got him out. When he realized I wasn't going in for his shoes, he started fighting me to go back, himself. Even though he was only about 160 lbs and old vs my 200 lbs, it took everything I had to get him down the length of his trailer, over the median, (By way of a hard body slam) and back toward our SUV, (in a headlock), where my wife was waiting to help him. It was like in the movies, where the batteries blew, igniting the crushed drivers side fuel tank, and blowing fuel all over the grass on the side of the onramp next to it, right after we got to my car. As soon as I realized we were safe, all I wanted to do was kick his ### for the risk he put me in by fighting me. I could have sworn he was on drugs, and told the cops and paramedics that, because of his unbelievable strength and unreasonable need to get his sandals. They said they could smell alcohol. All I could smell was diesel fuel when I was near him. The ungrateful ####### gave me nothing but dirty looks before, during, and after his failed DUI test. Apparently he would have been happier dead than forcefully retired. Gotta say, it was cool listening to beer bottles exploding for the next hour or so. Turns out, he had mixed hard alcohol, and beer to make the long winding drive over the Continental ##### Divide in an 80,000lb vehicle, because it's just not challenging enough sober and empty. I'm not judging. I've done some dumb stuff after mixing similar poisons. Never tried to drive, but there was this one time when, there I was walking hand in hand with my wife on a nice sunny Cancun beach, only to find when the Jager, Tequila, and beer wore off, that I wasn't on a nice sunny Cancun beach, but I was 3 houses down from mine, being escorted back to the house by a few of my party guests on a nice moonlit night, hand in hand with a blow-up doll, named Fatty Patty, that was wearing a t-shirt that read, " I love Black ####" written in red lipstick. Ya, she's got a sense of humor like that. She comes out of the cupboard in our bar, usually to get some compromising photo's with people who pass out at our parties, but apparently, she talked me into a midnight stroll that night. Anyways, there's the story.