Don Quixote! 

I am convinced that doing criminal defense is a form of lucid insanity.  I mean, let's face it, as we get older and more cantankerous we tend to tilt at windmills like DQ.  I have carefully cultivated my own ego-satisfying form of knight errantry in defending the accused drunk driver, justified in my mind by having joined the great attorneys of old who stood against the abusive power of their day.  Go to any defense bar function and you will find many of us ready, willing and able to fly into a rage and slash wildly with any weapon at our disposal.  Too many of us see a cloud approaching and perceive it to be an army of prosecutors when in fact it is only sheep.  We also suffer at the feet of our own Dulcinea de Toboso which we romatically call the law. 

Through the years, the travails and countless battles, I have come to love Don Quixote.  He should be the hero of all defense attorneys.  If you need help finding your own windmill to charge, call me.  I know my windmills are all draped in black robes.