I'm getting tired of taking back roads in Kentucky to avoid weigh stations because someone in North Cove can't load a damned trailer. Every Saturday our loads are way off. Our choices are to go back to the customer and potentially spend up to 6 hours getting it corrected, or to run with it. Mara doesn't mind running around the scales, but I worry about running into that one do-gooder cop that's on a mission. We can get into trouble for avoiding scales.