And now... the rest of the story- I started out to go load in Lynchburg Tuesday morning. The engine light came on in the truck before I got a mile from the shop and it derated, so I turned around and went back. Once I got stopped I could turn the knob on the dash to see the fault code, and it was EGR related, some valve in it was leaking, so it had to go to Truck Enterprises. I got a spare truck, one of the black Cascadias, and went to load. I hoped the red truck would be fixed that evening but it wasn't, so I drove that fat cab Freightliner to Warren. It was like driving a cabover- I can reach down and get my camera or snack or whatever out of the passenger seat in the KW without even leaning over. I can lean over and reach the passenger side door, but I had to lean and stretch just to reach the seat in that Cascadia. Had no CB, no satellite radio, and the AM/FM wouldn't pick up a thing. But it did pull good, and had a helluva strong engine brake. It has a DD15 Detroit in it. The fat cab Freightliner- The engine light was on in the Freightliner too. I didn't have any tape to put over it, so I improvised. So after waiting around for the red truck all afternoon and wasting 3 hours I had to drive the black truck anyway. I stopped at New London and got the biggest Red Bull, a sammich, and a pack of smokes and took off. Stopped at Fairplain W.V. and got the biggest Red Bull and a ham salad sammich and took off again. Got to Warren about 2am, and got up at 6:30 and started taking tarp straps off. Pulled inside at 7, untarped, unstrapped,unloaded, loaded, strapped down, tarped, and left around 9. The nicely tarped load- Jeff Moore called as soon as I got back in the truck, him and Todd had just left Flatwoods, W.V. The plan was to meet on 79 somewhere, i'd park the truck and we'd all ride to Evans City in Todd's Lincoln Navigator. I called him back just before I got to 79 on 422, and they were in Fairmont. I told them i'd park at the rest area at the 50 mile marker, and since I had about 50 miles to go and they had about 80, we should get there at the same time. I'd been there about 10 minutes when they pulled in, and they had to go to the Bridgeville exit and make a flip to come back south. We were still early, so we got a bite to eat, and we looked at the scene of the crime. The court house was only a few miles away in Evans City. It was very small, no security checks or anything. The judge tried 2 cases, a parking ticket issue and a disorderly conduct, then we were the only ones in the court room. The judge left the room, and the officer came in a few minutes later. After the introductions, He said "what do you guys want to do? I saw the copy of the permit you sent in with your not guilty plea- unfortunately it's a type one permit, which means a copy of it must be carried in the vehicle or it's no good." And we knew that, Todd had just shown us that on the provisions sheet before we went inside. He was hoping they didn't know. Our main defense was shot down before we even got started. "So what do you guys want to do?" And he said it in a tone that said "just what the hell are you guys doing here wasting my time?" So Todd said "this fine is a bigger hit than we can afford to take, we're looking for any leniency we can get." "Yes, it is a substantial amount- how far did you guys come?" "About 400 miles" "OK, let me do some quick math" Then he said "I'll tell you what i'm going to do. If you plead guilty and take this plea agreement, i'll reduce this fine 75% and your total fine and costs will be about $1,800". This was the officer, he seemed to have more authority than the judge. So Todd said "we'll take it!" Todd's the company VP, but he pretty much runs the show, and his brother Jeff owns the truck. So I signed a document with the new figures on it for the judge, we shook the officers hand, and left. I told him "no offense, but I hope I don't meet you again." He said "that's not the first time i've heard that." Jeff and Todd were happy to make that trip, because it ended up saving them over $4,000. They took me back to the rest area to get the truck and I said "I'm gonna follow y'all back to Lynchburg", but that was the last I saw of them.