Just some of the stupid things I see

When an officer gives me a break, I try to show respect by learning from my mistake.
Times in the past when I have been issued only a warning, I remember to be a little more careful when I return to that area. Would hate for the LEO who cut me some slack to stop me again.

 

Judging by the length and content of this thread, I'd say more than a few drivers have the 'outlaw' mentality. For those, a warning does nothing but encourage them more. And it's repeat offenders like that that make the Leo's not want to give warnings as much. Just another example of how these 'billy bigrigger' types muck it up for the rest of us. Thanks for doing your part to keep us law abiders safe DB.

 

I have been about as a big an outlaw as possible in the past years. Seldom kept a log,waaay over-weight at times, no fuel stickers, same tag for 2 trucks, no authority. You name it, and I did it. Except I always kept good insurance, and had fairly safe equipment . I was not going to jail over a truck, but I did consider it a challenge to try and out-wit the DOT with paperwork. It was like a game.Sometimes you won, sometimes you lost. No big deal.
Those days are gone but not forgotten. Now you had better cross all the T's and dot those I's. Too easy for the bears to double check stuff. Gets expensive now, not enough profit margin to afford to get caught.
But it was fun back then.

 

DieselBear, just out of curiosity, I know there are a great many shall we say perverted people driving truck, how often do you catch them "in the act?"

I have heard a lot of stories of people doing some rather inappropriate things behind the wheel, I really wonder how many actually get caught.

 

Good grief man what are you trying to do. Do you really want those kinds of images in your head?

 

Hey what has been seen can not be unseen, so I want to know how often they get caught!

You know it will be therapeutic for my burned eyes! lol

 

When I teamed briefly with a guy who became an ex-boyfriend in fairly short order (because we tried to team) we kept getting passed by this same old geezer in a luxury motor home. He'd get in front of us and slow down. Each time we went past him, he would stare at me like I had three eyes and blue hair. This went on and on. Pass me-pass ya. We finally got tired of the game. The next time we passed the old bugger, I was on my knees between the seats just kind of leaning forward as if participating in a particular adult behavior.

Since I had my back turned, I didn't see what happened, but the description of the events went something like this: The old feller's eyes bugged out, he almost made a gainer for the shoulder, recovered the RV, swerved a few times and then slacked off it by about 10mph. We never saw him again.