I hate going to Mexico. Even an upstanding citizen, with a stellar driving record (not saying I'm either), is just one more vulnerable target over there. Got singled out by this fat slob of a lying cop in Tecate, just 1/4 mile from the border x-ing (where there was not 1 car waiting in line to cross, at 10:55 Monday evening, I might add). F-er saw me driving the branded rig and towing The Monster Mav, and decided that I blew through a stop sign, and proceeded to lay the foundation for collecting a minimum weeks worth of salary in a couple of dirty minutes.
Fortunately, one of the guys in our caravan was an "Authentixican", and turned around to assist this victim of fraud. Before help arrived, the fat "no comprende"slob extortionist of a cop who probably spoke, or at least understood our dialect, managed to convey to me the shocking fact that I have just performed 2 felon-ic crimes. Running a stop sign, and driving w/out a license (I lost it somewhere along the path from La Paz to Tecate). Between Mearsman and myself, we only had 10 bucks on us, so the Mexican equivalent of Barney Fife is salivating at the fact that his station is about to receive a fully tooled and outfitted, top notch tow rig, with race car and trailer attached. You know it would be a ravaged shell upon picking it up from impound, and the bail fee's would have been through the roof.
Thanks to our Mexi-friend Johnny-cat, who was in the process of convincing Pancho Villa to accept 20 bucks and 200 pesos for our "crimes", as he waved to us to haul ass as he was still negotiating the pay-off, we, along with OUR property, high tailed our asses to the awaiting border crossing agent less than 1/2 mile away.
I hate Mexico, yet Marc always convinces me to go back. If it weren't for Johnny, Marc would be hating Mexico too about now. Mexico Schmexico.
Here's wishing that cop develops a watermelon-sized pallup on his asshole! I hate Mexico!