Last night, as Justin and I made our way closer to Texarkana on US-59, a state troopers pulled us over. I wasn’t the only person pulled over; it looked like Christmas out there, all those flashing lights everywhere.

I was driving at the time so I had to face him first. I got a warning ticket because Justin’s car had two problems. The license plate light was burnt out and his license plate frame was covering too much of the plate. In Texas and a few other states, this frame law is in effect and anyone can be pulled over if the frame is covering anything on the plate.

After he wrote me a ticket, thinking that we were good to go, he decided to walk around the car. Shining his light onto the stickers on the window, he found a registration sticker that was out of date. Yeah, that delayed our arrival by another 20 minutes.

A few minutes later, he calls for backup. Not just any backup, however. A trooper pulled up in front of us and another pulled up beside the one who pulled us over. They asked our permission to search the car. I had no problem with it. But this search involved a drug sniffing dog!! Yeah, this is the first and hopefully last time that ever happens. After letting the dog inside the car, it looked like he was going crazy trying to smell for some kind of narcotics. The funny (not at the time) thing was that something tipped the dog off. Basically, these cops almost had something to book us for the night. But luckily, after thoroughly searching the house, they didn’t find a thing. Stupid troopers.

This made what was supposed to be an easy 5 hour trip into a LONG 8 hour trip. The troopers asked me if we had any drugs, weapons, anything that might be suspicious. He even asked me if I had been to a federal jail before. Man, these guys were just waiting for those drugs to appear, just hoping for any evidence of something to bust us up. But Justin and I looked like two college kids up to no good. There’s no way we looked guilty of anything more than being goofballs.

Before we his Nashville tonight, we gotta get some things taken care of so that we don’t get pulled over again. The law enforcement community has no place in this trip.