Reader Mike Kane writes:
I sell packaging equipment for other companies and recently designed my own machine. One customer wanted details about how it works, and being reluctant to send pictures or video over the Internet before the final design is complete, I packed up the slide-in camper and headed to the Wolverine State. The presentation went well. I overnighted at a rest stop in Indiana, then headed to Minnesota to meet with another client. That meant transit through the Land of Lincoln. After paying the last toll westbound on I-94, I passed a state trooper straddling the medium and settled down for some extended windshield time. Three minutes later, in the outside lane, the same State Trooper, rolling five over, slowed and ran my plates . . .