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Originally Posted by ursus
My grandpa's brother moved a lot of Canadian whiskey across the border from Alberta into Montana during Prohibition. Canada had experienced their own version of Prohibition earlier so he had a sympathetic pair of suppliers in Edmonton. He used a series of large sedans, changing them on a regular basis so that the border patrol wouldn't get suspicious about frequent sightings of a particular vehicle. Big sedans had big engines for a large load and their sturdy springs minimized the appearance of a car riding low. Border crossings then were unmanned so not an issue. On the way South and West to Missoula and Spokane he was able to bunk up at several ranches, well off the highway, where the hosts were happy to have good Canadian whiskey instead of the dodgy moonshine otherwise available. His last rig was a 1928 Oakland that he liked because in ran well in the snow during winter. He had some good stories about this "career".
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This story reminded me of this song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eeT2-LWF6Q