So you think you have ever had a bad buying experience?

I dunno WTF they teaching in college these daze, but even a Canuk should have known that entering/leaving the USA these daze is a PIA....especially for a white terrorist speaking decent English...if he looked like Imadinnerjacket there he's have no troubles.....

second off, to drive any unknown car for any distance over 100 miles is highly problematical on a good day.....

CS101.....

:surrender::smash:
 
Young, BWM 325, 10 speaker sound system, I see a pattern here.
Not that surprised he got hassled a the border.
Not saying it's fair, but we all know custom agents have the right to be assholes. Just don't get them started.

Reminds me of an ex GF's father story, crossed the Suiss border with the little family in a VW combi and when asked what to declare did his smartass and said "yes, of course, 10 kg of cocaine in the truck".
Poor guys got his combi put into pieces in front of him, down to the chassis.
Never mess with Swiss customs, never.

I got to say that every time I cross the border on the east side, American border agents are always been tough but fair.
 
denpo said:
Young, BWM 325, 10 speaker sound system, I see a pattern here.
Not that surprised he got hassled a the border.
Not saying it's fair, but we all know custom agents have the right to be assholes. Just don't get them started.

Reminds me of an ex GF's father story, crossed the Suiss border with the little family in a VW combi and when asked what to declare did his smartass and said "yes, of course, 10 kg of cocaine in the truck".
Poor guys got his combi put into pieces in front of him, down to the chassis.
Never mess with Swiss customs, never.

I got to say that every time I cross the border on the east side, American border agents are always been tough but fair.
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In 1970, An old HS buddy and I went to FW Texas and drove his car south to some border town, him being ex Navy and yet another guy being sorta hippie type, we happened to carry TWO spare tires in his '65 Chebby Nova 6 cyl woose mobile....we hid cash money in the tail lights just in case the car was attacked so we had our fun and on the way back across the border the USA guards opened the trunk and got drug dawgs out sniffing hell outta the two spares....and the rest of the car, and they patted down the back seat area, missing the switchblade under the back seat....

fun times.....never was much of a safety concern in Mexico 40 years ago, just getting ripped off....so wallets and keys were left in our room on the 'Merican' side.....

:surrender::eek:
 
denpo said:
I got to say that every time I cross the border on the east side, American border agents are always been tough but fair.
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I only ever had a problem 1 time and it was while on the way home from a weekend of camping in NY and I was stopped by the US border patrol and they searched my 5th wheel and truck while the wife and I watched. The guy leading the search was a real prick and tossed our passports on the front seat of my truck and walked away never said he was done and we could leave, one of the others said it was ok to go.

We cross over 2 to 4 times a month either together or me alone without ant problems.
 
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Interesting that of the few posts in this thread, several of the responders are Canadians.
Guys, I guess in a way we're lucky that we don't have to deal with our agents as non-residents. But for the record, I think most of us would agree that our federal employees, including border agents and TSA are probably some of the most worthless people we could find. In my few encounters with border agents I have found them to be an embarrassing representation of the country.
Just goes to prove that those who can, do, those who can't go to work for the government.
 
Some time ago both my wife and I were visiting my folks just south of Buffalo NY. My mom said go and see the "falls" while your here. So we both got our leave forms and ID cards and off we go for the day. No problem getting into Canada and had a pretty good time going to the barrel museums. Time to go home and we cross back over to the American side where the standard question, at the time, was where were you born? I didn't think twice about it told him and he said go ahead. My wife, who's father was in the Air Force and she was born overseas, said Lybia and started to walk away. I've never seen so many police, border patrol and customs agents come out of nowhere so fast in my life. Scared the crap out of her as they started to take her away to lock her up. I explained to them what the situation was and that she was active duty army and on leave. They checked her paperwork and ID cards and let her go. As you can probebly tell this was around 30 years ago.
 
That guy sure wanted that 240Z!

I used to go to Toronto fairly often, both by plane and car. I have been hassled going both ways. It's got to be a boring job, I guess that's how they entertain themselves.

My worst experience was flying back from Toronto. This was in the 90's when you could cross the border with a drivers license. While I was in Toronto, I lost my drivers license. No chance of getting a replacement but I could get a copy of my birth certificate faxed to the hotel. So, I show up at US customs with a fax of my birth certificate. Guy looks at it and tells me it's not legit because it's not notarized (no embossed stamp). I tell him I lost my ID and, in an effort to be a good boy, tried to get the only ID I could on short notice. The guy acts like they are not going to let me into the US. I commented "surely you aren't going to keep me from going home"? It got worse after that!

My best customs story was in Europe. I think I was entering Belgium. I was taking a prescription that required me to take 12 capsules per day and I was going to be there for about a month. So I put 100's of capsules in a clear bag so that I didn't have a bunch of bottles in my luggage. I hadn't really thought about how suspicious that looked. The guy hands me a card that states, in a number of languages, that he will be opening my bag. So, he opens it up and right there on top is a clear bag with what looks like 1000 hits of some shit I'm bringing into the country. I start to tell him that they are prescription drugs and he doesn't understand a word I say. After a few seconds he looks at me, rolls his eyes and pushes my bag towards me.

That was close (and stupid). I disposed of any remaining pills before I came back to the US.
 
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