When I was about 17 I got a gig driving cars across the border into Mexico.
The cars, mostly brand new cars with less than 1000 miles on em, were stolen from dealerships all around the country, resprayed, new papers were made for the cars and driven across the border. Mexicans were paying cash dollars for those cars and they weren’t asking too many questions.
While my drop off was in Ensenada we used the cover of spring break to party into Mexico together with thousands of party mad students from all over the US heading off to exotic places like Cancun & Acapulco.
I did this for 3 years.
Other drivers drove the cars to California, myself and a couple of other guys then were told where to pick the cars up from then drive em across the border. Couple of times from LA, coupla times from San Bernadino once from Freemont but mostly from San Diego cause its a short run across the border. You got a bag full of food, a dodgy passport and a tank full of gas. you drove the cars across the border by yourself. Drop the cars off at Ensenada. Catch a ride back across the border in another (legal) car together with the other guys. You were expected to do 2 cars a day for a week. Anything more than that was going to raise eyebrows, someone was going to recognise you.
Spring Break was the perfect cover, what happened with the cars from there was not my concern. What was my concern was the $150 per car I was getting paid. You got at the end of every day once you were back in the US.
The money was good but it didn’t last very long. And the gig was too short, one week a year wasn’t enough. I gave that gig up only in my 3rd year after the driver who drove the guys back across the border was nabbed for DUI towards the end of the week.
Stupid ass.
I had made good money that year cuz we had a 3 day headstart as well as having made some prior cash driving from Fresno down to San Diego in the weeks prior to Spring Break.
A couple of us bailed and headed for cancun to live out 2 days in the sun frolicking with young nubile women.
I made my own way back across the border and didn’t bother collecting the $150 that was owed to me. A gut feeling told me to let it go.
The next year I didn’t make contact with the ring.
I was too busy selling stolen tyres in Carson City.
