Doubt it's changed, but as a pilot, used to be if you got a drunk driving conviction, you also lost your pilot's license... or had to get a pretty good attorney to let you keep it.
That said, I wonder how many of us have driven while plastered but didn't get busted. Just got lucky we weren't stopped? I remember being woken up by a girlfriend after having driven myself to the airport to sleep it off on a couch there. She had hunted for me out of her mind half the night. I don't remember leaving my house, though.
I don't do it today. In fact, picking her and her friends up at a bar one night to give them a ride home, a cop parked just kitty-corner from the bar watched them falling down and climbing up each other, trying to make it to our minivan. He followed us right away, thinking he was going to get us off the street. Cherried me as I made the turn a block away to head for home. When I rolled down the window for him, he was shining his flashlight in and asked, "You have a taillight that doesn't stay on. I saw it winking on and off. Have you had anything to drink tonight?"
No, sir.
"You haven't had any alcohol tonight?"
No, sir.
"Then why do I detect a strong smell of alcohol from inside your vehicle?"
I haven't had anything to drink tonight -- but those three are smashed.
"Okay, then. Be safe. And have your taillight checked. It seems to be working at the moment, but get it looked at tomorrow."
Thank you, sir.
It's a rule for us: One of us drinks, then the other, pop only.
Yet I know I've been guilty in the past. I was just lucky I wasn't busted. Counting my blessings while unable to feel all that haughty about it. I really should have had to pay the price that night I don't remember leaving home. Makes me sick to think what could have happened to me or anyone else on the streets that night.