reply to post by Gorman91
I get what you are saying. But it happened. It happens ALL the time.
American border guards are pricks. Plain and simple.
My dad and I drove down to Reno. We bought an old hot rod. So I drove his car back, and he drove the hotrod.
We know about the 72 hr rule for importing vehicles, but had the ex owners permission to take it back to Canada to do some "body work" on it for the
We hit customs, and they were Canadian agents, that deciphered that basically, my father was trying to 'smuggle' a vehicle over the border. I was
allowed through, my father was not. As he was on the American side, they summoned American custom agents. They got into the vehicle with him and
took my dad into "custody".
I went into the Canadian customs office, asked about what was going to happen with my dad. After explaining to the Canadian agent what happened, he
asked me to come with him.
I asked if I was going to get the "rubber glove". He said that the Canadians didn't much care to do that to Canadians...but the Americans love
ANYWAYS, I explained the whole situation, the insurance coverage from both Canada and U.S. etc...Which we were informed that it didn't matter. We
technically weren't even allowed to drive an American registered vehicle in the United States, unless it was a rental car.
So I asked if I could just walk through to the American side, to pick up my dad. Was granted permission, to hit the American building for pedestrian
Here's a bit about me;
I'm 6 foot 3, 260 lbs, and at that time, was wearing a black west coast choppers hoodie, pantera skull cap, and camouflage military pants.
This even bigger custom agent walks up to me at the desk and says quite rudely, "What do you want?"
I look 7 feet away to the end of the desk, where my father was standing(hair messy, clothes all disheveled) filling out some paper work. 2 other
women were beside him also filling paperwork.
I said "I just want to talk to my dad there, and find out what is happening"
Guard: "Which one is your dad?"
Me: "Um, the man...."
Guard: *silence* but becoming angry and red faced.
Guard: "what do you mean what is happening..?"
Me: "If you aren't aware, maybe you can go find someone with a little more knowledge, and less anger"
Guard: " If you aren't crossing the border, you can get the *BLEEP* out of this building..." Meanwhile a female customs agent that was listening to
our whole conversation, snickered earlier with the "um the man " comment, came by and relieved this angry monkey of his post.
I politely explained what happened, and she was happy to help But it started off quite aggressive.
Maybe being a recently ex law enforcement officer in Canada was a bit helpful, but maybe not.