We drove across the entire country, and West Texas was the only place we got pulled. We got off with a warning (I think the amount of crap we had in the back seat backed up our story about moving across country).
I actually thought about how risky it would be to take a picture of even the guy's car, and Betsy was a little worried I shot even a picture of the side mirror. Stories like this one bear out the wisdom of this -- plus, who really likes to nibble on CF cards anyway?
