And, in a sorta-kinda related story- A week or two ago I picked up a load of lumber in Rome,Ga. and came back up 75 north to Chatanooga and Knoxville, then 40 east over to 81 north to go to Moneta. Just north of the 75-24 split in Chatanooga I noticed a beat up looking blue van come up beside me in the left lane. It slowed down right beside me and I looked down and saw a female type person-she looked like the one armed man that kilt Dr. Kimble's wife in "The Fugitive",but i'm sure she was a female- looking right at my door and dialing on her cell phone. I wondered what the problem was because I was just minding my own business,doing the speed limit,going with the flow,not changing lanes,tailgating,or running anyone over, but it was obvious that she was calling the number on the door. Sure enough, about 2 minutes later Randy-that's Randy the dispatcher,different from Randyp-called me. He wanted to know if I was mad at anybody. I told him no and told him about the van. He said they had called and said I was doing pretty much everything I said I wasn't doing.They gave the wrong trailer number but my truck number-the bitch was looking right at the door-I guess it's just a case of everybody having a cell phone and nothing to do, so they might as well call somebody. I was highly upset that somebody would call in and just tell an outright lie like that. When I got in I wanted the number of the people that called so I could call them and ask them just what their problem was, but of course they left no number. Randy did say that they'd said I also ran into the median and then back up onto the road. If that were true they'd probably still be trying to dig my carcass out from under a load of lumber in the median down there somewhere, as wet as it was. Still pisses me off!