I was driving long haul back in the early 90's, and there were a few weigh
stations that were known for writing some very expensive citations for somewhat
minor infractions (Calif. needed money).
Thanks to the CB, drivers always knew ahead of time when they were doing
truck inspections.
One particularly hot day I had to cross one of those scales, and while pulling
out of the yard I had just loaded at, I saw (and smelled) a recently dead skunk
on the side of the road, and damn was it ripe..
Pulled over to check the straps over the load, and while I was at it I grabbed
the shovel off the headache rack and scooped up that skunk carcass and dumped
it into the spare tire mounted under the trailer. You couldn't see it, but it'd make
your eyes water..
The DOT man was standing outside, watching as I was slowly crossing the scale.
He started to walk up to my door (meaning they were going to pull me in for
inspection), and then that wonderful skunk essence smacked him right in the
face; I thought he was gonna puke, but all he did was cover his nose and wave
me on..
I pulled over a mile or two down the road and got rid of that stinker; that
trailer still stunk for a month after.