Trouble seems to follow me... or in this case, I follow it!

Every other Friday night at 7:20, it is my job to go and pick my son and my niece from a church camp meeting across town. (This is going to be easier for my in-town friends to get than my out-of-towners!) Briyanna chose to go with me. I leave my subdivision on Iowa and turn south (or right for you direction impaired) on Midland, up to Greenhurst, turn east (left) and drive for about 5 miles. That's it. Well, last Friday night, I took a small detour. As soon as I turned onto Midland, I realized that I was behind a drunk driver. It took us 2 minutes to go half a mile from Iowa to Greenhurst. So I call Rob, tell him I'm behind a drunk driver, and should I call the cops. Uhh... YES! he tells me. I begged him to call, but I guess it does make more sense that I call since I am the one tailgating the guy! I call the cops and follow this guy 7 1/2 miles w/ my gas tank nearly on E! I have to take you through the turns we made and the close calls this guy nearly had. From Midland, we turn on Dooley. Most of Dooley, this guy is half over the center lane and it's a fairly hilly road. We come to a stop at highway 45 and turn south (right). We drive up to Locust, turn east (Left). At this point I'm wondering why the didn't just go all the way out Midland til it turned into Locust, but... I thought that about several of his future turns too. We continue on Locust. At Powerline, the fish hatchery intersection, the guy COMPLETELY runs a stop sign... I mean, flies through the thing! And there was a huge truck that barely missed him. As soon as he crosses the intersection, he slows back down to his usual 20 mph. When we get to Southside, he turns south (left) again, this time stopping but still managing to pull right in front of a SUV, barely not getting hit again. This whole time, Briyanna is hoping to witness a high-speed chase. We follow him some more til he turns east (left) on Lewis lane. He turns south (right) on Happy Valley Road. At this point, the dispatcher I'm talking to asks if I see the deputy as he flies past me. He flips around, passes me and follows my drunk driver for about 1/2 miles and then decided that, yes, indeed, he is pull-overable. The dispatcher tells me to stop about 50 feet behind him and wait. He comes back and lets me know that my drunk driver isn't drunk.... he's diabetic and has low blood sugar.... nice! He had to call someone to pick him up and be retested to see if he was good enough to drive. The entire time, I'm praying, please don't ask to see my license, please don't ask to see my license. You see, my license is expired (a week over) and I just haven't felt like going to renew it. I told Briyanna, if he asks to see my license, you just might get your high-speed chase. He didn't ask to see it and I will be going in on Monday to get it renewed. This whole thing, took us 25 minutes and we were 15 minutes late picking up Ethan and Hannah. But it was fun!