Newland note: Got the following in an email today...
Every so often I search Oxner on the web and today found your blog post:
I used to drive between Seattle and K.C. MO via S.D. regularly. But after being stopped by Oxner in November 2007 I haven't been back to S.D. and never will be. He followed me for a few miles, eastbound on I-90, and when my tire grazed the shoulder stripe his light bar fired off.
"Lane driving" he called it, "a violation here in South Dakota. Now just get out of your car and empty your pockets."
I got to meet his puppy Keya and I sat for 30-40 mins. in his patrol car while young Master Matt searched my vehicle for "drugs and guns." I received a lecture about Washington State being the source of all of South Dakota's drug woes and then, since I was clean as a whistle, I was sent on my way with a "Thaynk yoo fer yer co-op-er-ation. Have. a. good. day."
I called my wife, who had stayed in Seattle for that trip, telling her to cancel my S.D. motel reservations. She booked a room in Iowa for that night and switched my return trip to take me through Nebraska.
I am a longtime civilian member of a metropolitan police association from a "cop family" with no priors, no tickets, no drugs. It was a classic pretext stop. My out-of-state plates caught his eye and he whipped out of the median following behind me, then driving next to me, pulling ahead and falling back hoping to find a cracked taillight, bald tire, missing lug nut ... anything. My tire just touched the fog line and I could virtually hear him yell "Gotcha!"