Watch out for anyone from one of the state commissions. They all seem to have a Barney Fife syndrome. Especially the ones from the Corporation Commission. I enjoyed years of deviling them with a dump truck that ran between McAlester and Hartshorn. It was exempt on so many levels it made their heads spin. It had standard hydraulic breaks. It had a religious based tax exempt tag. It had a GVW of 25 tons. But it looked commercial so whoever drove it knew to look out for commission police with an itch. As nice church people, we would let them go through their Roy Rogers speil. They would try to find something wrong with the first being that none of us had a CD. We would get that speech and as they were filling out their ticket book they would go back to get the tag and then usually go into a short tirade. It usually went, "This is not right, this is just wrong, you should not be allowed to do this, this is wrong, there should be a law." Then they would usually rip the ticket out of their book and tear it to pieces. Turns out that nothing about us was under their jurisdiction, not one single thing. It still didn't stop them from saying something like "get new tires on that rig or I'm going to call a trooper."
We did get some relief from the constant hassling when Bob Anthony visited our facility with his family and we told him about the constant harassment. He referred it to a supervisor who was surprised we were being bothered so much. She was especially bothered when we all told her that guy who bothered us the most wore a white hat. We nicknamed him "Roy Rogers." She said that a white hat was not a part of the uniform.