Start of Day 2
Day 2: Woke up early around 0530 in Fairfax, Vermont. Went inside larry and loretta’s house and had coffee with them for a few hours, we just sat around and talked. Got all the gear together and headed out around 0830 am to fuel up before I jumped on the highway, about 2.6 gallons at 106 miles. Headed on Interstate 89 North and followed the GPS which routed me into New York where I picked up Interstate 87 north. Now the fun begins.....
I arrive at the US Customs booth on the north bound side of Interstate 87, which is closed on the weekends. I need them to sign a form for my shotgun which I am leaving the US with. So I see that on the other side of the highway is the US Customs south bound entry station. There is kind of a no mans land in between the US and Canadian borders. So I cut across the to the south bound side of highway and pull up to the US Customs BUSES ONLY section. I get yelled at by several agents
I try to explain that I need a form signed and that I am not re-entering the country, just that the other side was closed. The tell me to get in line. So I get in line and eventually make it to the booth. Several agents are there along with the one that yelled at me. They go through the procedure of me re-entering the the US and eventually have my pull over to the side, but they made sure I was not “marked for inspection”
I meet several agents on the side and explain that I need the form signed and blah blah blah. I go through the questions, of why and where I am going, why the gun....they take my keys to the bike.
I eventually make it inside with a female agent who is very nice and gets me through the process, check the serial number on the shotgun, which I have to unhook several bags to get too, and she sends me on my way. So now I have to go across the highway again to the north bound side to get into the Canadian Customs line.
and here we go again........
I get a female french customs agent. And I can’t speak french and she can’t speak very good english.......me.....”hello, I have a shotgun to declare”.......her (french accent) “ i cannot understand you”........me......”I have a SHOTGUN, here is my passport and the form I needed to fill out”......her.....”i have never seen this before”......she closes the window on the booth and makes a phone call.......her......”I have never seen this (form)before”.......really? you are a customs agent, its kind of important you know these things.....
After a minute, she asks me several questions, who, what, why, etc.....fills out a pink form, hands me back my passport and original firearms form, which I completed in triplicate.....because I read the directions.......her....”go to isle 1 and stop by the sop sign and an agent will meet you.
I drive up and am greeted by two female customs agents......
hello....her are my forms, I have a shotgun.....they question me, about who what and why......pocked face ugly female customs agent......french accent......”why are you bringing a shotgun?”.....me.....”wildlife protection, its checked off on the form”.....her....”you are going to a biker rally, so you are using it for protection from other bikers”......
“Noooooooo........I said wildlife protection......from the bears”.....
Cue the searching of the bike......so they take the keys and begin trying to open the top and side cases. As I watch the good looking agent, not the pocked marked one....she is trying to insert the wrong keys into the wrong locks.....me.....”uh....i can help you with that, you might break it if you put it in the wrong locks”.....her....”sure”......so I open the side and top cases........
Then I see her start using the motorcycle key as a pry bar to get the blue straps holding the bags down to loosen up......me.......again....”UH......I can help you with that.......!!!”
I they start going through the stuff.....ugly agent.....french accent.....”what do you do for a living?”.......me......”police officer”....her “oh you have a badge?”......me.....”yes”.....and cue the intense searching for the pistol, which I am not carrying.......
And apparently pepper spray is not allowed either........they take that..........
And the ugly one finds my folding pocket knife, which she starts flicking open......her.....”what is this a switch blade?”.......me......”no its not, it has a thumb knob on it”......her......as she continues to flick it open....”have you ever heard of a gravity knife?”......ok I’ll pay dumb.......”yes i have”.....her......”well this is a gravity knife”.....
Now I am getting a little bit uppity.......I hold up my hand, palm towards her......me.....”look, its not a gravity knife, if you say it is, then fine, take it, I don’t care”.....she is new, I can tell that she isn’t too knowledgeable on knives/guns.
Then I get from her....”do you have a permit to carry the shotgun from state to state in the USA?”........ok.......me.....”no you dont need one”.......
Finally after they are done going through my stuff, I am told that I can pick everything back up and come inside where I will finish the forms and pay my $25.
So inside I go....goto the counter, some guy is filling out the forms, explains that they are talking my spray, its not allowed, but since I declared it, no harm no foul.....then he hands me back my knife and says its not a gravity knife.....thank you
So now I get my passport and have to check in with immigration.....walk down the hallway...had it over to another agent....”wait for your name to be called”.......
I sit for a few minutes, and another agent walks out.....says “John Joseph”.....you are all set, go pay the cashier $25 for the permit.......walk down the hall....pay her $25....get a form that says my name is “Joseph Bunce”....which isn’t my correct name.
Go see the guy again who gave me back my knife, I sign the original forms I brought, three times. I show him the error they made on the form I got back after paying.......he briefly talks to another guy about it. They decide to cross out my name, write my correct name and then stamp it with some Canadian Stamp...he says i wrote my name and badge number on it if you have any problems.....
Really? you think I will have a problem?
So now I get a 4 digit code which I must enter when I leave the area where i parked my motorcycle.........get loaded up and now I can’t find my keys........
I eventually find them in my bag and get on the road.....time at both customs stations....about 1.5 hours......next stop....Mercier, Quebec.....
And it only gets better.........
not really..........