Problem solving hot rod chassis parts for 40 years.
Highway 90 West travels along the Mexican border quite closely at times, but for many, many miles, there is a dusty, rocky road running parallel to Highway 90 for the border patrol vehicles, searching for illegals. Suddenly, there was a stop sign ahead and we had to stop. I/Dorothy had this sudden fear that perhaps we had taken the wrong road and were crossing into Mexico! The 2 men assured me that we were indeed in Texas. When he asked if we were both American, Paul said, “No, I’m Canadian.” (The Border Patrol person hadn’t noticed the Ontario plates.) He asked to see our passports! I told him we were used to Canadian customs, and could I take a picture. Sure!