Greetings ICmates. While reading a recent post of Gypsy Nirvana's about being caught with a suitcase full of Seeds ( sorry friend, I too know the sting of injustice ) I was reminded of the times I sailed through, the times I was tackled and the times I almost got got. So I thought it might be fun for some of the dedicated Old Timers to share some stories about the times when it could have gone horribly wrong but through Luck, Fate, Miracles etc. we managed to make it through. I shared my "Moving an Indoor Grow in Full Flower Across Town at Night" story in a thread Carraxe started about a Spanish moving van colliding with an underpass, so I will tell another.
Early 90s in Texas my buddy spent some of his time down in The Valley. He had Family and friends down there and could always put together something when there was nothing going on.
Back then we had Seasons. Times when there was Weed, and times when it would go Bone Dry. They called it "Dry" like the well had turned into Sand. Like all there was available was Nothing. So you waited. And you waited. And you waited. Then you'd get word something was in the works and was going to happen, and it would fall through. So you waited.
Many of us took to indoor growing specifically because of the unpredictability of flow and the oft questionable quality. Still from time to time supplemental assistance was needed.
The absolute worst time to be out was the end of Summer. Right when everything is going on, especially when you're Young.
So Summertime in Texas. Dry to the stones under the bones hearing people's groans. My buddy down South can hook up. He says it's no problem, we just have to come get it because he's staying with Family for two more weeks. We were Not waiting two more weeks.
We packed the car with a cooler full of drinks, a change of clothes, and some Beach gear and shot out of town like we had robbed a Bank.
Now Texas is the kind of State that's so big, you can drive for days and still be in Texas. They say if you have a baby in El Paso and get in the car, he'll be ready for School by the time you get to Orange.
Our plan was a quick turn and burn. Which would take a total of 18 hours. We knew going into it that 70 miles from the Border there was an Immigration Inspection site that we had to pass through. Unavoidable, no way around. No sweat, "We were at the Beach". That was what we always told them. Car full of 20 year olds, girls in Bikinis. Johnny Law gets an eyefull and we roll right through. Easy.
Except when leaving we did not get Gas for the car. We knew the Checkpoint was there, we knew there were Gas Stations along the way. What we failed to consider was Early Hours on Sundays. We passed one after another all closed as the gauge sank deeper and deeper below the last line. I was sure we would be pushing the car into the Checkpoint making it very easy for them to Nab us all. By the time we got to the Inspection Center, I couldn't believe the car was running.
Always position the Girl in Bikini as the Driver. When we pulled up the Agent marched over and could only ask the first of his Standard 3 questions. "How are you doing tonight?"
"Not great" I said from across the car in the passenger seat, "We're about to run out of gas".
He did a little Cleavage peek, then leaned all the way inside the car and looked at the Fuel Gauge. Pulled himself back out and while staring at the Bikini Top said, "Don't worry, you've got plenty of gas to make it to Falfurrias, it's just up the road".
The rest of the ride was nothing but Smooth road and Sweet Smoke.
Early 90s in Texas my buddy spent some of his time down in The Valley. He had Family and friends down there and could always put together something when there was nothing going on.
Back then we had Seasons. Times when there was Weed, and times when it would go Bone Dry. They called it "Dry" like the well had turned into Sand. Like all there was available was Nothing. So you waited. And you waited. And you waited. Then you'd get word something was in the works and was going to happen, and it would fall through. So you waited.
Many of us took to indoor growing specifically because of the unpredictability of flow and the oft questionable quality. Still from time to time supplemental assistance was needed.
The absolute worst time to be out was the end of Summer. Right when everything is going on, especially when you're Young.
So Summertime in Texas. Dry to the stones under the bones hearing people's groans. My buddy down South can hook up. He says it's no problem, we just have to come get it because he's staying with Family for two more weeks. We were Not waiting two more weeks.
We packed the car with a cooler full of drinks, a change of clothes, and some Beach gear and shot out of town like we had robbed a Bank.
Now Texas is the kind of State that's so big, you can drive for days and still be in Texas. They say if you have a baby in El Paso and get in the car, he'll be ready for School by the time you get to Orange.
Our plan was a quick turn and burn. Which would take a total of 18 hours. We knew going into it that 70 miles from the Border there was an Immigration Inspection site that we had to pass through. Unavoidable, no way around. No sweat, "We were at the Beach". That was what we always told them. Car full of 20 year olds, girls in Bikinis. Johnny Law gets an eyefull and we roll right through. Easy.
Except when leaving we did not get Gas for the car. We knew the Checkpoint was there, we knew there were Gas Stations along the way. What we failed to consider was Early Hours on Sundays. We passed one after another all closed as the gauge sank deeper and deeper below the last line. I was sure we would be pushing the car into the Checkpoint making it very easy for them to Nab us all. By the time we got to the Inspection Center, I couldn't believe the car was running.
Always position the Girl in Bikini as the Driver. When we pulled up the Agent marched over and could only ask the first of his Standard 3 questions. "How are you doing tonight?"
"Not great" I said from across the car in the passenger seat, "We're about to run out of gas".
He did a little Cleavage peek, then leaned all the way inside the car and looked at the Fuel Gauge. Pulled himself back out and while staring at the Bikini Top said, "Don't worry, you've got plenty of gas to make it to Falfurrias, it's just up the road".
The rest of the ride was nothing but Smooth road and Sweet Smoke.
