Fun.
I recall once upon a time, in a small town far, far away, a friend and I needed to haul a really long piece of lumber in my truck. As it turns out, the thing extended several feet beyond the tailgate and we had no red flag to attach to the protruding end. So we attempted to sneak down the back streets to avoid any problems.
Unfortunately, we had to cross a main street. Wouldn't you know, just as we zipped across the intersection a state trooper came along. He pulled in behind us and followed us for a couple of blocks, and finally turned on all the lights. We stopped. He approached, and pointed out the error of our ways. We pled for mercy based on ignorance and the fact that we were only a couple more blocks from our destination. He went back to his car, and we waited for the bad news. He was gone a long time, and finally returned, looking kinda sheepish. Seems he was unable to find the code for the specific violation we were guilty of, so he couldn't write the ticket properly. We got the "Don't do this again" warning and he drove off.
I think he just took pity on us.
;)
