The folks that caravaned up with me knew about this, and I may have told a few people at the gathering, but I thought I'd post it here for the rest of you, kind of interesting anyway.
So I had borrowed a diesel pick up and 28' enclosed trailer from Peak Completions to haul my GT up to Indy for the GT gathering and the 500 race. The pickup had his company logo on the side, and I went to Dallas the first night to eat with a Biz partner and meet some other GT guys the next morning to caravan up to St. Louis for the next break. My 19yo daughter was with me.
Going through Norman Oklahoma the speed changed from 70 to 65mph. I was with 4 Ford GT's and we were all going about 70 in heavy traffic. We passed a hypo on the side of the road but nobody's V1 went off including mine and he never moved. A few miles later I see a OHP with lights on bobbing in and out behind the trailer, so I pulled over.
Up walks this huuuge officer, with muscles everywhere about to burst out of his clothes. He was the most roided up monster I've ever seen in uniform. He's got his hand on his gun and along with him is his exact opposite, and old fat cop who was also about to burst out of his uniform, only in different places for different reasons. The exchange went like this, alternating back and forth between the roid cop and the doughnut cop:
RC: May I see your license, registration and insurance please sir?
Me: Sure
RC: (looks everything over and hands it to DC) Did you know the speed limit dropped to 65 when you got into town?
Me: Uh, no I guess I didn't notice that.
DC: Well we had you clocked at 71, your radar detector didn't help you much huh?
Me: It never went off.
RC: That's because we were pacing you. You might want to lose that as I think they're illegal is some of the states you are about to go through.
Me: I'm sure sorry, this isn't my truck and maybe the speedometer is messed up.
RC: Oh yeah? Who's truck is it? Is it your company's truck?
Me: No sir, it belongs to a friend of mine's company?
DC: What does Peak Completions do?
Me: It's an oil and gas equipment and service company.
DC: Whats in the trailer?
Me: Did you see those 4 Ford GT's go by?
Them: Yes!
Me: Well I've got one of those back there.
RC: Oh yeah? Where are you taking them.
Me: We're going up to Indianapolis for the race this weekend.
DC: Do you have your company's logo on the side of your GT?
Me: No.
RC: Are you going to entertain customers while you're up there?
Me: No.
DC: Are you going to write of the fuel for this trip?
Me: No, but I wish I could figure out how.
RC: So this is not your truck?
Me: No
RC: Are you being paid to drive that trailer up to Indianapolis?
Me: No.
(By now my daughter and I are thinking WTF?)
DC: So you're just going up there as some sort of hobby thing, hauling your car with a friend's truck and trailer?
Me: Yes, that's it.
DC to RC: Well, I guess then he isn't a CMV. (Commercial Motor Vehicle)
Roid Cop: I guess not.
RC to me: Slow it down, you just saved yourself a $280 ticket.
Me: Shocked and relieved.
So apparently if I had answered differently to any of those questions, they would have nailed me for not stopping at the weigh station when I entered OK and paying the fees and taxes due for a commercial vehicle. No one else got a ticket although there were some pretty spirited runs by those driving their cars. That's another story. I was glad I trailered mine but don't know if I'd do it again. Don't think I'd drive it either, just let someone else haul it if I'm going that far.
So I had borrowed a diesel pick up and 28' enclosed trailer from Peak Completions to haul my GT up to Indy for the GT gathering and the 500 race. The pickup had his company logo on the side, and I went to Dallas the first night to eat with a Biz partner and meet some other GT guys the next morning to caravan up to St. Louis for the next break. My 19yo daughter was with me.
Going through Norman Oklahoma the speed changed from 70 to 65mph. I was with 4 Ford GT's and we were all going about 70 in heavy traffic. We passed a hypo on the side of the road but nobody's V1 went off including mine and he never moved. A few miles later I see a OHP with lights on bobbing in and out behind the trailer, so I pulled over.
Up walks this huuuge officer, with muscles everywhere about to burst out of his clothes. He was the most roided up monster I've ever seen in uniform. He's got his hand on his gun and along with him is his exact opposite, and old fat cop who was also about to burst out of his uniform, only in different places for different reasons. The exchange went like this, alternating back and forth between the roid cop and the doughnut cop:
RC: May I see your license, registration and insurance please sir?
Me: Sure
RC: (looks everything over and hands it to DC) Did you know the speed limit dropped to 65 when you got into town?
Me: Uh, no I guess I didn't notice that.
DC: Well we had you clocked at 71, your radar detector didn't help you much huh?
Me: It never went off.
RC: That's because we were pacing you. You might want to lose that as I think they're illegal is some of the states you are about to go through.
Me: I'm sure sorry, this isn't my truck and maybe the speedometer is messed up.
RC: Oh yeah? Who's truck is it? Is it your company's truck?
Me: No sir, it belongs to a friend of mine's company?
DC: What does Peak Completions do?
Me: It's an oil and gas equipment and service company.
DC: Whats in the trailer?
Me: Did you see those 4 Ford GT's go by?
Them: Yes!
Me: Well I've got one of those back there.
RC: Oh yeah? Where are you taking them.
Me: We're going up to Indianapolis for the race this weekend.
DC: Do you have your company's logo on the side of your GT?
Me: No.
RC: Are you going to entertain customers while you're up there?
Me: No.
DC: Are you going to write of the fuel for this trip?
Me: No, but I wish I could figure out how.
RC: So this is not your truck?
Me: No
RC: Are you being paid to drive that trailer up to Indianapolis?
Me: No.
(By now my daughter and I are thinking WTF?)
DC: So you're just going up there as some sort of hobby thing, hauling your car with a friend's truck and trailer?
Me: Yes, that's it.
DC to RC: Well, I guess then he isn't a CMV. (Commercial Motor Vehicle)
Roid Cop: I guess not.
RC to me: Slow it down, you just saved yourself a $280 ticket.
Me: Shocked and relieved.
So apparently if I had answered differently to any of those questions, they would have nailed me for not stopping at the weigh station when I entered OK and paying the fees and taxes due for a commercial vehicle. No one else got a ticket although there were some pretty spirited runs by those driving their cars. That's another story. I was glad I trailered mine but don't know if I'd do it again. Don't think I'd drive it either, just let someone else haul it if I'm going that far.
