No - not a pilot - but I would have loved to have been.
Actually, it started when I was 19. I went to college in the Mid-West. I went to a NYE party at a house about 6 miles from my apt. It had snowed very hard. I got pretty blitzed on Southern Comfort. When it was time to leave, I got in the car to drive home over a route I was completely familiar with. I was so drunk, I had to stick my head out of the driver's side window so I could follow the dotted lane line - couldn't focus ahead. I swore if I got home safely, I'd never again drink and drive (or ride). That was 45 years ago. I've never had a drink within 12 hours of driving or riding since. If I have wine with dinner, or a scotch (I do love single malts) - my wife drives the rest of the night or I take a taxi home.