Made the trip straight through to lower Michigan, uneventful, keeping the 5 'er in tow around 60 ish. Got funny looks do to having the Dodge play the part of "toad". Looked liked I was getting the assistance of the Dodge pushing. Upgrading the tow bar with 70/30 stabilizer shocks made a huge difference with and free sway and road bounce. ( I opt'ed out using the tow dolly this trip and kept all 4 wheels on the ground). Made the 1st of many visits,caught up with what's what and headed on to the next. We pulled off at rest area due to that deluxe bean burrito was having seconds thought of staying the ole gullet. One nice thing about RV'ing is having your own bathroom. Here's is some humor,, just get started on the throne and I hear a bang, bang,bang on the door. So I stop the process of the offerings to the porclean gods and answer the door. Ole johnny law says, sir, there is no camping in this rest area. I explained I was not camping, but in the process of dropping a duece. He then repeated that there is NO camping. To avoid an argument, I lock up the ole 5'er and climb in the truck with the wife and dog,, which by the way was still running with a/c on, so I wasn't camping, and pulled out of the rest area. We get down the ole hwy, about 5 or 6 miles, and I'm suffering,,"turtle distress. (I won't go into detail what turtle sydrom is, but you can use your imagination,lol). I pull off safetly to the shoulder to attempt to appease the porclean gods again. I get started with the offering only to hear the wife holler, we have company. I look out the back window and it another johnny law walking up to the side of the 5'er. Before he can bang on the door, I yell, hold on, I taking a ****. I finally finish the needed offerings of a bad bean burrito, ( not sure when I ate a burrito, but was same after effects). I go out to greet him and he asked why was I pulled off the shoulder when I had just passed a rest area. I explained I did pull off in rest area and another officer said I could not pull in there to * do my business, so I obeyed him and left, got this far and, well, when ya hafta go, ya hafta go. He laughed and told me to be safe and have a good day. Gotta love making an officer laugh.