FYI, this sort of thing is definitely still going on. A few weeks ago, I got pulled over for swerving just a little, to avoid a car backing out of a
parking spot. When I pled this to the cop at the window, he even admitted that he saw the car pulling out (maybe that driver was part of the scam?)
Anyway, I have read umpteen times that the only course is to suck it up and go to the station to pay the fine, so with a sinking feeling at losing at
least a morning of the trip in the least attractive place on the route (Mexicali; is there anywhere worse?), I tried to accept the situation.
Only problem is, these cops weren't having it. They quickly turned up the heat in a way described above, with "more discussion, and the discussion
turned less civil. They very overtly turned off their dash cam, put my hands against the truck, threatened me . . ." Suddenly it was "you have drugs?
Eh?" and the pat-down and the full search, and all manner of half-comprehensible threats about searching my record over three days while I waited in
jail, etc (my Spanish is good but not fluent).
It seemed to take forever to get to brass tacks as cars drove by and a few pedestrians walked by glaring. Once another cruiser drove by, which seemed
to concern them and may have helped move things along.
The first number the guy floated was ridiculous. I had indeed made the mistake of carrying a quantity of cash with my passport, which they had fully
found and fingered. In the end I gave them (effectively, they extorted) an amount smaller than half the first ask, and I felt "grateful" to get away
from their harassment and the strong smell of bad cologne (sorry, but a real factor; took a while to get it out of the truck). It took about two
minutes before I did exactly what one poster mentioned above -- averaging it out among my dozen trips down, and, in that context, finding it a pretty
reasonable "mordida."
I got minorly lost on my way back to the sentri lane on the way home, and spotted another gringo, in another truck, in midafternoon, with the cops at
his window in roughly the same place (the couple of turns after Calle de los Presidentes) and thought, "hope the guy does OK with that BS." OR maybe
he ran a light
The oddest thing was how little I cared or even thought about this shakedown after getting on the road in the desert and getting the cab aired out. I
decided not to talk about it while down there and just forget about it, but report as a PSA when I got back. Which is this . Hopefully it helps someone, and for any internet trolls who want to argue with me or
call me an idiot, please go bark at the mirror and leave me out of your sad drama. |