Got Kicked to the Curb at the Border

[Meat-BoX]

Well my wife and I and our dogs went up Rt. 81 to the Canadien border, They pull my Truck to the side tell us to get out and proceed to rip apart my 1 week old truck. Then the jerk says because I was arrested 15 years ago I cant come across the border. Then he says your wife can go to Newfoundland but you cant. I swore that dude up and down and alot more bad words to all the Border Jerks. I went out to my truck looked at the paperwork and it says "IF YOU HAVNT BEEN ARRESTED IN THE LAST 10 YEARS YOU CAN ENTER CANADA. I go back in to show the guy and he tells me I owe him an appology. I said FU you Prick and showed him the paperwork. He told me that Canadien English is different than American English and that I was misinterpeting it wrong. I said "It says if you havnt been arrested in the last 10 years there is no need to fill out this form. Word for word I read it to him. He stepped off for a minute and came back saying some lame excuse. He handed me my papers and I told him to piss off, and that his Gung Ho attitude just ruined my vacation to Newfoundland and upset my wife to tears. Bought a new Ford F150 went to Philly to get the Cap, had it Rhino Lined and undercoated and rust proofed for this trip and he turns me away for a $50.00 fine for a possesion of marjuana charge 15 years ago.

I live right am a good person and this is what I allways get.

[90nut]

Ouch! But what can you do? It is to bad that it had to ruin your vacation for not only you but the entire family. But hey at least you drive a ford.

[jeswinehart]

i could type a twenty sentence long thing here but not about to do that.
we too had the random draw of luck to get a nice strip search and van ripped to hell and back 10 years ago.
and around 3 hours into their screwing around and wasting their time they said we could leave and proceed back into the states ,,,
i shook hands with everyone and said good bye ,,, i would not return.
i like the canada folks i have met ,,, every one of them. just happen to get a random pick for some reason. ( and ain't going back either )


john

[deathman53]

they are jerks, my dad had some bad expierences with some of them at a remotre crossing, they harassed up to death about paperwork on the dog, how much beer was in the cooler, wanted to look through our bags, etc.

[wheelie king]

Canada, where's that???? :p

Next time, come down to sunny FLORIDA!!!! Fishing, beaches, boating....or just sipping a cocktail by the pool. Let them have their moronic border patrol and stupid rules all to themselves.

Sad story, but definitely not the first time I've heard something like that. Too bad, really.

[Meat-BoX]

I planned on chillin on the Ocean front with my wifes family, ride her dads new Polaris 500 4x4 ATV and do some fishing. I was allso looking into property to start my ATV/Dual Sport motorcycle tours. The people in Newfoundland are cool but these jerks at the borders are idiots. Thats twice this happened. Last time was because I only had my Paper liscense because it had to be renewed so I didnt have a Picture Liscence yet but I had my Pistol Permit on the other side. That shows Im an upstanding citizen but to those jerks at the border it means nothing. And the attidudes I got, wanted to make me punch this guy. I knew right away they were gonna tear apart my truck but to not let me in and to tell my wife she can go and I couldnt got me boiling. I didnt notice any guns, clubs, pepper spray or Tasers so I ripped em up real good with every swear word I could put into a sentence. I got to the American stop and they were packin heavy so I just chilled.

[foster]

There's something about border patrol people that turns them into jerks.
My brother was on his way to the States with the Childrens Wish Foundation to take a sick kid to Disneyland (or Disneyworld, whichever one's in FLA.)
The US border guy asks him if he ever was arrested. My brother laughed, and said yeah, for one joint 30 years ago.
That was the end of his trip.
Imagine, being at the border with the Childrens Wish officials, his wife, his ex-wife who is the sick kid's mom, her husband and being told you can't come into the *.S. because you got caught with a joint in 1975.
His only crime was stupidity -- stupidity for telling the border jerks the truth! Now he's on a blacklist and will never get in.
All he wanted to do was take a sick kid to Disney and drop about $10,000 into the local economy while doing so.
That's the way it goes.
You young guys out there, when your parents say a criminal record will screw you up for life, this is the kind of thing they are talking about.

[250r'en +TCB]

wow, I got really pissed off just by reading this!!!! I'm so sorry for all of you guys, sounds like load of crap, I understand we have to prevent terrorist from entering the country and stuff, but give me a break. Not letting a guy in because he smoked a joint in 1975, back when pretty much everybody did drugs........sorry for all of you........

[VABCH350X]

I had the truck ripped apart and got the 20+ questions at the border of Sault Ste. Marie Michigan/Ontario last February.

We only drove across for lunch, and Nobody said a word to us on the way over, but the return trip was a pain. My girlfriend of 4 years was born in the Philippines, and moved here when she was very young. She's been a citizen for 25 years, grew up and went to school in California, did a tour in the Navy, and has no foreign accent. What Chapped my ass was the fact that since she is Asian, we were held up and interrogated for over an hour. They said she had no business traveling without a passport and proof of citizenship, and the Virginia Driver's license, Social Security Card, and pile of credit cards she presented were not proof of anything.

In the end, they punched her SSN into a computer, and it verified her citizenship. We were free to go, but I was pretty upset about the way that system functions. I have been across that border half a dozen times, informed the sentry that my citizenship is US, and proceeded along without even being required to produce ID.

I'd like to think that the fact that I am active duty military would indicate to the border sentries that I am an unlikely smuggler of terrorists or illegal aliens, and give me a little credibility at my home border , but that didn't happen in this case.

Otherwise, thanks for another great visit, Ontario!

Cheers,
-Paul

[Yamahauler]

I think everyone should get a passport. Even just to go across the US/Canada border, they are the best form of identification, and they might not even give you as much trouble.
But when I try to go through the border, I dont get bother about ID as much as I do importing things.
A lot of the border guys do not know the tariffs and what not very well. I dont blame them for not knowing everything, as some of them contradict eachother.

If you got this guy's badge number, and you truly believe that you were mistreated for no apparant reason. Write a letter to whoever takes the complaints (not sure who). Explain in the letter very formally what happened and how you were mistreated. You never know if they will listen or not.

[84honda 200X]

We go over to Fort Frances and party with some of these girls we know and weve only been stopped once and they took out the back seats and checked it out and stuff. I think the reason they checked us out was because we were driveing this beater mercury that was all rusted out and stuff.

[Billy Golightly]

When you guys say they tear it apart, you mean that they go through all your stuff. Or they are physically taking the inside of your vehicle apart? Like door panels, seats, carpet, headliners, ect? If so, thats fricken NUTS! :eek:

[jeswinehart]

Yep Billy ,,, ALL your stuff. Right down to the dirty laundry bag and into the door panels. creepers underneith + step ladders to look on top of my van.
Now i gotta admit that liway and i had been out camping for 2 weeks and decided to head into Canada ,,, pretty much exactly like VABCH350 had done and i can say for a fact,,, I looked like a bum ( Mrs. always looks good ) ,,,
Like i said about it being a random check ,,, I think it was for us.
And Liway thought it was the coolest thing ,,, she was really getting off on the whole thing - just like on t.v. she kept saying :)

In the mid seventys it was a (and still is) a major delay if you are driving semi into Canada. They would count each peice on a skid and since i was hauling flat alu sheet metal ,,, omg what a pain.
i imagine it is the same way with Mexicos border too.


john

[Billy Golightly]

Wow...I'll make sure that if I ever have to cross the border I'm not in my own vehicle!

[Albino]

Every time I go across the Maine border I get the third degree.Last time I had a yz 426 on the truck on my vacation,and they thought I was going to sell it down there.Then when I showed them the serial # and signed a paper saying I'd return with it or be arrested(later)
Then they thought because I had numbers on my plates that I was going to race it and win *.S. dollars and not claim the winnings.
Then some Maine yokel strolls in with a .45 handgun without proper registration on him and they let him go with the gun after 10 min. allthewhile my truck was being searched and it held me up for 2.5 hrs.The key is to not wear sunglasses,look them in the eye and smile profusely,and aggree with everything they say,and don't waste your time if you have a record.
And vacum the roaches up off your floor. :naughty:
Nova Scotia

[Yardbird]

I've been to Canada, Japan and Korea. I was in the Navy and never had any problems. Of the 3 Canada is by far the nicest. I doubt I'll ever leave the United States again. I Don't need to go anywhere else because the United States has everything that I need. After hearing the horror stories it just reaffirms that idea. Sorry to hear that it ruined your trip. Just wish I could of been there to hear you giving them hell!!!! :naughty:

[Kintore]

Its so different for me, when my father and I went to TF, they never searched us. They asked what we were doing, said going a 3wheeler gathering, they asked what was in the trailer, a 3wheeler(didnt even have to show insurance or proof of ownership, they didnt ask us if we were going to sell it either) Like no hassle at all, "Have a nice time" thats all both borders said. Weird.

[Trikeaholic]

yea, I have never had a problem at all. Basically they just wave us through. That would stink getting all searched like that. Too bad.

[foster]

I've crossed many, many times into the *.S. and back without troubles.
Sometimes, though, your number comes up.

I was with a bunch of guys crossing from Vancouver into Blaine, Wash, where all the Vancouverites go to party late at night. Pretty routine, or so I was told. The US border guards are quite used to all the Vancouver residents crossing into Blaine because the bars are open later. Again, 'so I was told.'

As we get closer to the border, I notice my two buddies, let's call them the Jones brothers Rick and Dan, start getting noticeably nervous, and it's not just because we got a great big resident of Papua New Guinea in the backseat who has no right to go into the *.S. (He had working-visitor status in Canada, which is cool for here, but not much use to you in the Excited States of America.)

So we get to the border and the patrol guy looks at us and doesn't like what he sees, eight red eyes and four mouths all stinking of beer. He asks us to all grab our IDs and come into the office.

We all go into the office and a big guard says, "Let's see some papers, boys." All four of us toss our IDs on the counter and the big galloot goes over to his computer and starts punching in our names, whereupon Rick Jones, one of the aforementioned Jones brothers, starts slooooowly backing up towards the door, every so quietly. He gets to the door, slips it quietly open, steps outside and runs like a S.O.B. back to Canada.

Meanwhile, the big guard is busy at his computer and doesn't notice that there are now only three of us, instead of four. He punches in Rick's name and you can see his eyebrows arch up. He walks back to the counter, pounding his feet.

"Which one of you is Rick Jones?" he demands.
No one answers and the dumb **** still hasn't noticed that one of us is now AWOL.
"Which one of you is Rick Jones?" he demands, even louder.
No response.
"Which one of you guys gave me the ID for Rick Jones?" he tries again.
No answer. So he looks at the IDs again and notices Danny Jones has the same last name and same address as Rick Jones.
"Which one of you is Danny Jones?" he booms.
Dan raises his hand.
"Then who in the **** is Rick Jones who lives at your same address?"
Dan just looks at the floor and shuffles his feet.
"I dunno," he says.
The guard takes all our IDs and throws them on the counter towards us.
"I think maybe you fellas better get back in your car and make a quick *-turn and don't ever come back."
We picked up our IDs: "Yes, sir," we said.
Heading back into Canada, we soon picked up Rick about two miles up the road, out of breath and all covered in sweat.
That was about 30 years ago. To this day I'm still friends with Rick and Dan, but I have no idea what their border issues are. They still won't tell me.

[jeswinehart]

I've crossed many, many times into the *.S. and back without troubles.
Sometimes, though, your number comes up.

I was with a bunch of guys crossing from Vancouver into Blaine, Wash, where all the Vancouverites go to party late at night. Pretty routine, or so I was told. The US border guards are quite used to all the Vancouver residents crossing into Blaine because the bars are open later. Again, 'so I was told.'

As we get closer to the border, I notice my two buddies, let's call them the Jones brothers Rick and Dan, start getting noticeably nervous, and it's not just because we got a great big resident of Papua New Guinea in the backseat who has no right to go into the *.S. (He had working-visitor status in Canada, which is cool for here, but not much use to you in the Excited States of America.)

So we get to the border and the patrol guy looks at us and doesn't like what he sees, eight red eyes and four mouths all stinking of beer. He asks us to all grab our IDs and come into the office.

We all go into the office and a big guard says, "Let's see some papers, boys." All four of us toss our IDs on the counter and the big galloot goes over to his computer and starts punching in our names, whereupon Rick Jones, one of the aforementioned Jones brothers, starts slooooowly backing up towards the door, every so quietly. He gets to the door, slips it quietly open, steps outside and runs like a S.O.B. back to Canada.

Meanwhile, the big guard is busy at his computer and doesn't notice that there are now only three of us, instead of four. He punches in Rick's name and you can see his eyebrows arch up. He walks back to the counter, pounding his feet.

"Which one of you is Rick Jones?" he demands.
No one answers and the dumb **** still hasn't noticed that one of us is now AWOL.
"Which one of you is Rick Jones?" he demands, even louder.
No response.
"Which one of you guys gave me the ID for Rick Jones?" he tries again.
No answer. So he looks at the IDs again and notices Danny Jones has the same last name and same address as Rick Jones.
"Which one of you is Danny Jones?" he booms.
Dan raises his hand.
"Then who in the **** is Rick Jones who lives at your same address?"
Dan just looks at the floor and shuffles his feet.
"I dunno," he says.
The guard takes all our IDs and throws them on the counter towards us.
"I think maybe you fellas better get back in your car and make a quick *-turn and don't ever come back."
We picked up our IDs: "Yes, sir," we said.
Heading back into Canada, we soon picked up Rick about two miles up the road, out of breath and all covered in sweat.
That was about 30 years ago. To this day I'm still friends with Rick and Dan, but I have no idea what their border issues are. They still won't tell me.

OH MY GOD ,,, i read this about 2 hours ago Foster and have not had it off my mind since. Just dam funny it is !
i think since we from both borders and a few more know each other here and trade back and forth on ebay ,,, well it works both ways.
that story brings it all to home my friend ,,, funny as hell to me. kinda reminds me of a pair of brothers from ohio ( w/o naming names of course )

great story man !@ john

[hrc85250r]

a couple years ago me and 3 friends were going to an OLP concert in ottawa, and we took his moms van which was a basically new awd safari, we packed to stay avernight in kanata, which is where the corel centre is....well, we got completeley torn apart the there, they actually left one of my buddies porn mags all over the back seat, lol....and they took the dogs into it on the way back.....pretty stupid....but they are just doing their job...one of them inside when he was checking our wallets asked me repeatedly if i was on ecstasy or had any pills or anything or if i was on anything, and didnt ask my buddys at all....they busted on me about that for a while, but it was hard for me to not laugh when he was asking me...they can be a-holes, but remember in the state police training in NY ive heard they train you to be a hard ass...so i take it the border patrol goes through the same....

[Meat-BoX]

The wife and I are going to the Canadien Consolet tomorrow at 5 am to get there 1st. She is a Dual Citizen. Canadien Born and she came to America like 20 years ago. I havnt been in trouble in 15 years and the wording on the paperwork stated that if not arrested in 10 years you dont have to fill out the form. But then they say its up to the Jerk that grills ya and tells you that you Drivers Liscense, Social Security Card and my Credit Cards do mean squat because they could be fake. He wanted Birth Certifacits which are real easy to get a fake one. He was just an ass and pulled his Machismo act on me.

I hope all goes well at the Consolet tomorrow and this all gets squashed for good. I plan on starting a ATV/Dual Sport tour company Business up there and move there but if I cant get past the border, My dreams are ruined.

[foster]

Hey John, you shudda been there!

Nowadays, since that infamous day, things are different. They likely would have just thrown us in Guantanamo Bay these days -- just the way it is nowadays. :(
Sad. We are supposed to be trusted friends but these are different times and we both must be careful, I suppose.

In 2001, I did a 1,000 km solo snowmobile trip around New Brunswick (nd I mean ALL around N.B.) and when I hit St.-Leonard I slipped across the frozen river that forms our common border on my Polaris Indy Sport 440 and rode right up to the border guard station.
"What is your purpose for entering the United States," the macho guard said.
I pointed to a gas station within sight of the station.
"This is my girlfriend's snowmobile, and she loves Diet Dr. Pepper, and we can't get that in N.B., and since she lent me her snowmobile for this big trip, I thought I'd pop over and get her some," I said.
I got the third degree, and that's fine, although I noted that all the other snowmobile tracks led AWAY from the border patrol station, and not TO it. I pointed that out to the border guard, how I had rode right to them while the evidence seemed to indicate that others didnt' do the same.
No matter.
"Have you ever been in a court of law?" he asked.
"Yes, many times," I said.
That perks his ears up, pronto!
"I was a law reporter for a newspaper for about five years."
That seemed to shut him up for a second, but only for a second.
"What is your purpose in entering the United States?" he asked.
My response was straightforward, "My purpose is to go to that store right over there," I said, pointing to the nearest store that I thought carried Diet Dr. Pepper, "and get me a case of Diet Dr. Pepper."
A voice came out of the back office: "Diet Dr. Pepper! What the hell for!"
It was the bad cop's "good cop" partner, whose sister lived in NB and also loved Diet Dr. Pepper and sent folks over the border to fetch it.
After that, we had a great conversation. The "bad cop's" hands came off his hips, and he relaxed, almost smiled. They even let me ride my sled right into the downtown of Van Buren to get my treasured Diet Dr. Pepper! Seriously, I snowmobiled right into the downtown and parked in a downtown parking spot, right next to the cars and trucks.

Two things: he never asked me if I had a criminal record, and if he had have, I would have lied.
The second thing: they now brew Diet Dr. Pepper in my hometown, so screw him and the horse he rode in on.
Nice big-brimmed hat, though. ;)

[straight pipe]

the border battle is a tough one.i live and work a few miles from the us/canada line and the politics involved with that division is sickening. i have never had to much trouble at the line but i know a few have.the relationship between our countries is deteriorating. something went wrong between 911 and bse. sorry to say both our leaders are shitheads.our leader legalized gay marriage and redefined gods definition of that union and takes great pleasure in taxing us to poverty, and than there'a bush......well until we give the boot to these sort of loosers we will see the border getting worse.now the us wants to implement passports when you enter the usa and then canada followed up and said well we'll require the same.i heard a comment about the border being tight because of threat of terorist crossing like really ....a real terrorist would simply walk accross the border at dark, there are no fences just walk or drive accross...it's that easy