On the lonely desert highway that passes my Anza-Borrego cabin there is a Border Patrol checkpoint. Just some trailers out in the blazing desert sun - poor devils, they sure earn their money.
I rode my Spyder to Ocotillo for a couple of cold ones and on the way back to my place I expected to be waved through as usual, when I'm driving my pickup. Not to be! They had seen me go by on my way to Ocotillo and they were prepared to stop me when they saw me coming back. They all came out of the trailers, in the 110 degree heat and no shade, to look at the Spyder, take photos, and ask me all about it.
When I showed them the trunk I jokingly said that I couldn't hide an illegal in there. They said; " oh, you'd be surprised at how small some of the spaces are that we find them crammed into".
I rode my Spyder to Ocotillo for a couple of cold ones and on the way back to my place I expected to be waved through as usual, when I'm driving my pickup. Not to be! They had seen me go by on my way to Ocotillo and they were prepared to stop me when they saw me coming back. They all came out of the trailers, in the 110 degree heat and no shade, to look at the Spyder, take photos, and ask me all about it.
When I showed them the trunk I jokingly said that I couldn't hide an illegal in there. They said; " oh, you'd be surprised at how small some of the spaces are that we find them crammed into".