So I got the "3 hour tour" yesterday when re-entering the US.
I went up for a simple trans service and to pick up someone's old exhaust, and they decided to search my truck coming back. I've been through this before, no big thing, but this time I was locked in "the room" with my dog for over an hour without hearing anything. I was being patient, but was late for other appointments, so decided to ask what the hold up was.
There were a bunch of officers gathered, including some plain-clothes guys, and all eyes were on me. They informed me that a drug dog had "responded positively" to marijuana on my fuel tank, and that they were trying to decide what to do about it.
I was shocked and immediately got distressed, as we've all heard the horror stories about how they tear apart your vehicle with lots of damage and no remorse. A little while later they sent in some narcotics officers to chat with me, telling me that they were taking my truck to a shop and having the tank dropped!!
Anyone who knows me knows how protective I am about my truck. NOBODY drives my truck for ANY reason!! I figured at this point that I had no rights, and through teary eyes (yeah, I'm such a chick sometimes) I asked them to PLEASE be careful, telling them that it wouldn't take much to damage it irreversibly (at this point I'm picturing some fool hot-rodding it, shutting it off hot, etc). I also asked them if they were going to tow it, and if so, to please put the transfer case in Neutral.
Well, I sit there for quite some time longer, with them oh-so-subtley watching me from across the room. They confiscated my cell phone and told me I would not be allowed to make any phone calls. I asked them to walk my dog, which they did.
They sent the narcotics officers in a couple of times to make small talk with me and ask me to confess now to save trouble later. I informed them that they would not find anything. It also occurred to me during this time that I had just a couple of days ago gotten under my truck and washed the entire frame and the fuel tank!!
DOH!!:{ (yeah, I must have too much time on my hands... )
It occurred to me to tell these kind folks about this, so I did. I let them know that I'm heading to a dyno event this weekend wherein my truck will be on a lift in front of lots of guys and I wanted it to look its best.
Anyway, after the 3-plus hours went by, they came back in to tell me that they had not found anything. "I told you that" I said with a patient, exhausted smile. I was also thinking, of course, that there is no way that they took that fuel tank off. Anyone who's had one dropped knows that it takes a lot longer than that...
Not to mention my fuel level was exactly where I'd left it...
Of course, I'm not ever going to press my luck up there, because I know how I'd feel when I hear them fire up the jaws of life to dis-assemble my "Pavement Princess"!:{
I did, however, ask the nice young officer who gave me back my keys if he drove it. He gave me the shyest down-cast eyed look and got this wicked little grin. I grinned back and asked confidentially "Did you like it?". He just looked at the floor and nodded, that silly grin on his face, "Sure smokes a lot at first... "
"Yeah", I said back, "You have a fantastic evening". As I turned to leave he said quickly and enthusiastically "Have a good night!!"

I went up for a simple trans service and to pick up someone's old exhaust, and they decided to search my truck coming back. I've been through this before, no big thing, but this time I was locked in "the room" with my dog for over an hour without hearing anything. I was being patient, but was late for other appointments, so decided to ask what the hold up was.
There were a bunch of officers gathered, including some plain-clothes guys, and all eyes were on me. They informed me that a drug dog had "responded positively" to marijuana on my fuel tank, and that they were trying to decide what to do about it.

I was shocked and immediately got distressed, as we've all heard the horror stories about how they tear apart your vehicle with lots of damage and no remorse. A little while later they sent in some narcotics officers to chat with me, telling me that they were taking my truck to a shop and having the tank dropped!!

Anyone who knows me knows how protective I am about my truck. NOBODY drives my truck for ANY reason!! I figured at this point that I had no rights, and through teary eyes (yeah, I'm such a chick sometimes) I asked them to PLEASE be careful, telling them that it wouldn't take much to damage it irreversibly (at this point I'm picturing some fool hot-rodding it, shutting it off hot, etc). I also asked them if they were going to tow it, and if so, to please put the transfer case in Neutral.
Well, I sit there for quite some time longer, with them oh-so-subtley watching me from across the room. They confiscated my cell phone and told me I would not be allowed to make any phone calls. I asked them to walk my dog, which they did.
They sent the narcotics officers in a couple of times to make small talk with me and ask me to confess now to save trouble later. I informed them that they would not find anything. It also occurred to me during this time that I had just a couple of days ago gotten under my truck and washed the entire frame and the fuel tank!!

It occurred to me to tell these kind folks about this, so I did. I let them know that I'm heading to a dyno event this weekend wherein my truck will be on a lift in front of lots of guys and I wanted it to look its best.
Anyway, after the 3-plus hours went by, they came back in to tell me that they had not found anything. "I told you that" I said with a patient, exhausted smile. I was also thinking, of course, that there is no way that they took that fuel tank off. Anyone who's had one dropped knows that it takes a lot longer than that...



Of course, I'm not ever going to press my luck up there, because I know how I'd feel when I hear them fire up the jaws of life to dis-assemble my "Pavement Princess"!:{

I did, however, ask the nice young officer who gave me back my keys if he drove it. He gave me the shyest down-cast eyed look and got this wicked little grin. I grinned back and asked confidentially "Did you like it?". He just looked at the floor and nodded, that silly grin on his face, "Sure smokes a lot at first... "
"Yeah", I said back, "You have a fantastic evening". As I turned to leave he said quickly and enthusiastically "Have a good night!!"