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Al is a for real bank robber. That is how he bought his first car. He is my com-padre. Al is a funny dude ..he is into all that health food and acupuncture and stuff and he robs banks. That's funny. He's as brave as they come but he limits himself taking unnecessary chances.
Me? I'm a kid from upstate in the Islands...the boonies. I just wanted to get away from the farm and the small town gossips.
I met Al by chance. That's how you will meet your heroes.
I am the partner in a auto repair shop because I did Al a huge favor sight unseen and he was the silent partner in this repair facility. Al gets his money from smuggling these days and he invests his profits into his old high school buddies projects to make his money legal.
The man is always looking to bust smugglers any way they can but Al is smart. He is building an empire right under their noses.
The problem with Al is that he depends on luck too often and that leads us to how I am a car shop co-owner.
Getting back to how I became partner in the shop Al got himself hooked up bad and landed in the king County Jail. Well I did something only I could do and that was bust him out. Yup...that's how I earned half a car shop but I had bigger dreams. I know..interesting..but that story is for another time.
I wanted to get into Al's game..smuggling. I like taking chances just not with luck. I like being prepared. I like knowing what I am getting for my exposure.
So I almost immediately sold my interest in Precision Foreign Car Repair for $14,000 and took an Alaskan Airline flight to Fort Lauderdale, Florida with $14,000 in my hot hands. I intended to get my share of 14 dollar Peruvian investments selling for 3000 bucks in the Emerald city.
If Al could make a fortune buying cocaine from natives in Peru for a dollar US a gram and sell it in Seattle for 3000 dollars an ounce cut in half with baby laxative there was no doubt I could figure out a better way than in SCUBA diving tanks risking customs and drug smelling dogs.
What I did up on Orcas Island was hunt as a kid. But not JUST hunt..I was the best at it. I shot an 8 point buck white tail from three feet away on the first day of hunting season when I was 12. I study a mission and get results...first time...every time. I was a Boy Scout at 11 in 57. Now I'm 22 and much better prepared than the Scouts could have imagined..
I would take flying lessons, steal an airplane and fly the drugs in myself bypassing all the exposure and 99% of the risk.
I settled in to the PAC flight school and with rented Cessna 172's get my ticket in 6 weeks. I practiced the key to my scheme on every solo flight and that was to do my touch and goes on the roads that go out in the Glades..sometimes coming to a full stop.
That was going to be the key to my success.
Now I was fully prepared to go to stage #2 of my plan and that was to hop on a flight to Peru and take a close look at the situation in South America for a smuggler with a perfct plan.
What I needed was a boots on the ground look see at the lay of the land in Peru....specifically the lay of the roads. I needed some nice long straight runways where I could stash some Cocaine maybe a couple of kilos to start with and a hundred gallons of aviation fuel without being seen.
I would come in at night ...set down..dig up my stash of drugs..refuel the plane and be on my way in less than ten minutes...far less time than any Peruvian police response could intercept if I was spotted. That and a quick stop and go in Ecuador is all that was needed. I scheduled my return trip from Peru to do a layover in Ecuador for the final piece of the South American portion of my plan.
The plan was fool proof. I would fly down to Mexico and stash some more fuel for on the way down and the return trip on some old out of the way strip of asphalt. That and the fuel stash in Ecuador was covering fuel requirements for my mission.
The payoff would be 4000 grams after cut times 120 dollars a gram in Seattle ..nearly half a million on my first run.
Stealing the plane was the easiest part. The nice twins don't even have an ignition key..just switches. Once you make it past the cheesy little lock on the access door you are in and ready to fly. Cessna makes two combinations for their door locks. I made my own key. The range on the Cessna 421 is around 1700 miles at nearly 250 knots or almost 300 MPH. South Texas to Peru is about 3,000 miles. From South Texas to Quito Ecuador is 2,600 miles. A pit stop in Ecuador was necessary.
The air traffic at the US Mexican border is a lot busier with private planes than I could have imagined. A lot of pilots from the war in Viet Nam were hiring out to fly in Mexican weed. They are only getting a few thousand a trip for their efforts and most of them are risking their own aircraft. The elevated traffic is to my advantage as I just fold myself in behind an aging DC3 when I cross the border. I will have to stop two more times...once in Southern California and once again in Eastern Oregon. I have already repainted my Cessna 421 Eagle with identical numbers to a plane in Washington that doesn't get much use so I can fly it anywhere with safety.
Now that I have made half a dozen trips trading the profits from each flight into more cocaine I feel it is time to retire. My last haul was 120 Kilos which cost 5 dollars a gram. $600,000 dollars. 24 million in 1969 is a very large pile of money. Yes it time to retire.
!n 1969 the world of smuggling is not a vicious game. It is opportunity and adventure. A test of will and wits that harms few and pleases many with the bounty of precious powders that gets rich kids laid.
I guess I will repaint the plane again, put back the original numbers and return it to close where it came from with $100,000 tucked away inside. More than a fair rental fee... even if it wasn't expected.
Sean Corey
Al is a for real bank robber. That is how he bought his first car. He is my com-padre. Al is a funny dude ..he is into all that health food and acupuncture and stuff and he robs banks. That's funny. He's as brave as they come but he limits himself taking unnecessary chances.
Me? I'm a kid from upstate in the Islands...the boonies. I just wanted to get away from the farm and the small town gossips.
I met Al by chance. That's how you will meet your heroes.
I am the partner in a auto repair shop because I did Al a huge favor sight unseen and he was the silent partner in this repair facility. Al gets his money from smuggling these days and he invests his profits into his old high school buddies projects to make his money legal.
The man is always looking to bust smugglers any way they can but Al is smart. He is building an empire right under their noses.
The problem with Al is that he depends on luck too often and that leads us to how I am a car shop co-owner.
Getting back to how I became partner in the shop Al got himself hooked up bad and landed in the king County Jail. Well I did something only I could do and that was bust him out. Yup...that's how I earned half a car shop but I had bigger dreams. I know..interesting..but that story is for another time.
I wanted to get into Al's game..smuggling. I like taking chances just not with luck. I like being prepared. I like knowing what I am getting for my exposure.
So I almost immediately sold my interest in Precision Foreign Car Repair for $14,000 and took an Alaskan Airline flight to Fort Lauderdale, Florida with $14,000 in my hot hands. I intended to get my share of 14 dollar Peruvian investments selling for 3000 bucks in the Emerald city.
If Al could make a fortune buying cocaine from natives in Peru for a dollar US a gram and sell it in Seattle for 3000 dollars an ounce cut in half with baby laxative there was no doubt I could figure out a better way than in SCUBA diving tanks risking customs and drug smelling dogs.
What I did up on Orcas Island was hunt as a kid. But not JUST hunt..I was the best at it. I shot an 8 point buck white tail from three feet away on the first day of hunting season when I was 12. I study a mission and get results...first time...every time. I was a Boy Scout at 11 in 57. Now I'm 22 and much better prepared than the Scouts could have imagined..
I would take flying lessons, steal an airplane and fly the drugs in myself bypassing all the exposure and 99% of the risk.
I settled in to the PAC flight school and with rented Cessna 172's get my ticket in 6 weeks. I practiced the key to my scheme on every solo flight and that was to do my touch and goes on the roads that go out in the Glades..sometimes coming to a full stop.
That was going to be the key to my success.
Now I was fully prepared to go to stage #2 of my plan and that was to hop on a flight to Peru and take a close look at the situation in South America for a smuggler with a perfct plan.
What I needed was a boots on the ground look see at the lay of the land in Peru....specifically the lay of the roads. I needed some nice long straight runways where I could stash some Cocaine maybe a couple of kilos to start with and a hundred gallons of aviation fuel without being seen.
I would come in at night ...set down..dig up my stash of drugs..refuel the plane and be on my way in less than ten minutes...far less time than any Peruvian police response could intercept if I was spotted. That and a quick stop and go in Ecuador is all that was needed. I scheduled my return trip from Peru to do a layover in Ecuador for the final piece of the South American portion of my plan.
The plan was fool proof. I would fly down to Mexico and stash some more fuel for on the way down and the return trip on some old out of the way strip of asphalt. That and the fuel stash in Ecuador was covering fuel requirements for my mission.
The payoff would be 4000 grams after cut times 120 dollars a gram in Seattle ..nearly half a million on my first run.
Stealing the plane was the easiest part. The nice twins don't even have an ignition key..just switches. Once you make it past the cheesy little lock on the access door you are in and ready to fly. Cessna makes two combinations for their door locks. I made my own key. The range on the Cessna 421 is around 1700 miles at nearly 250 knots or almost 300 MPH. South Texas to Peru is about 3,000 miles. From South Texas to Quito Ecuador is 2,600 miles. A pit stop in Ecuador was necessary.
The air traffic at the US Mexican border is a lot busier with private planes than I could have imagined. A lot of pilots from the war in Viet Nam were hiring out to fly in Mexican weed. They are only getting a few thousand a trip for their efforts and most of them are risking their own aircraft. The elevated traffic is to my advantage as I just fold myself in behind an aging DC3 when I cross the border. I will have to stop two more times...once in Southern California and once again in Eastern Oregon. I have already repainted my Cessna 421 Eagle with identical numbers to a plane in Washington that doesn't get much use so I can fly it anywhere with safety.
Now that I have made half a dozen trips trading the profits from each flight into more cocaine I feel it is time to retire. My last haul was 120 Kilos which cost 5 dollars a gram. $600,000 dollars. 24 million in 1969 is a very large pile of money. Yes it time to retire.
!n 1969 the world of smuggling is not a vicious game. It is opportunity and adventure. A test of will and wits that harms few and pleases many with the bounty of precious powders that gets rich kids laid.
I guess I will repaint the plane again, put back the original numbers and return it to close where it came from with $100,000 tucked away inside. More than a fair rental fee... even if it wasn't expected.
Sean Corey
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