Once upon a time I was in Anniston, AL and scored me a great paying load of steel plate going to Indy. I figured out why it paid so well when they dropped it on my 8' bed at 9' wide. I inquired about the legality of such a load without permits and such and was told, "Na, 9' is the limit, you're OK." In my mind I already had too much time in it to back out so away I went. To the nearest truck stop and to bed...until about midnight I think. I headed up whatever interstate takes you to Indy, up through Chattanooga and Nashville. Only scale open was Nashville and it was about 2 AM when I crossed it. My weight was fine and the woman in the chicken house didn't pay me any mind. Made it destination Indy about daybreak and got unloaded. In behind me comes a guy with a specialty trailer (either a drop or a double drop stretch) and he was fuming mad. He asked me how I got there unscathed and I told him I had lurked until nighttime to make my run for it. He got nabbed at that Nashville scale. Now, I felt dumb for letting this happen to me, but this guy has a specialty trailer like that and he didn't know???? Made me feel a little better.