Bout time I added something to this thread:
Couple years ago my friend and I were driving up to Canada to see a concert. On the way we got into an accident that only destroyed the front of my car and left the other car completely undamaged (which was good and bad) So a few hours later we pull up to the US customs and what do we look like? Shirtless, music blasting, my friend had dreadlocks at the time (doesn't anymore) and a Grateful Dead bandanna and a hemp necklace. We both had sunglasses on and the sun was already set and oh yeah, almost the entire front of the car was ripped off...
Needless to say, when we pulled up to the customs official all we got was a finger (index, not middle) directing us to pull over so they could inspect us and the car. I couldn't help but notice that we were the only white people that they pulled over, but that's a different story. Anyway, they came over all serious and angry and drilled my friend, convinced that he must be a drug dealer because of his hair. They then led a ferocious dog into my car, which then proceeded to rip the middle console out (there was car stuffing and foam everywhere like the beast had ripped a couch apart). The cops, though desperate to find drugs, came up empty and of course refused to apologize or fix my car. I didn't push too hard though; I just wanted to get to Canada by then and escape almost certain cavity searches, which thankfully we did.
One more obstacle still was lying in our way though. The Canadian customs. They were totally awesome, we all had some laughs and they let us right through
