Kenny:

Hey, bro...

Hey, you are right on the money about the strict enforcement of every stupid and rediculous law they can figure out how to pay for the ink to print. Virginia has more laws that the entire rest of the universe.
They love lots of rules. Rules for how to have sex. Rules on how car hops can't wear roller skates. Yeah, the General Assembly thinks its job every year is to make more and more rules, except logical stuff like folks wearing seat belts, or shooting guns in housing developments. But other than hose, Virginia is the rule capitol of the world.

And, yeah, the Virgina Sate Police love busting yir butt for being out there trying to makem a living to pay the taxes that pay for their Nazi salaries. I hate 'em! You might have guessed that I did have a period in my life where I had to drive a truck. Yep, talk about terrorism. Everyday I was completely terrorized by these rednecks. Yeah, if they pull your truck, you ain't gonna get a ticket, you're gonna get anywhere from 3 to 12 of 'em and, no matter what, your truck is gonna get a big red sicker on the windshield that says "Out of Service" abd you're gonna sit there on the side of the road waiting for a big wrecker to come and tow your rig to the nearest *authorized* shop. Figure over a $1000 when you look in the side mirror and see these gangsters with their lights on!

Jerks!

A**holes!

Nazis!

And then they tell you to have a "Nice Day"?

Welcome to Virginia!

Virgina is for lovers!

But not truckers!

Got that one right, Kenny....

Bobert