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Jose rides up to the Mexican border on his bicycle. He has two large bags over his shoulders. The guard stops him and says, “What’s in the bags?”, . . . “Sand,” said Jose.

The guard says, “We’ll see about that, get off the bike.” The guard takes the bags and rips them apart, empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains Jose overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags The guard releases him, puts the sand into new bags, hefts them onto the man’s shoulders, and lets him cross the border.

A week later, the same thing happens. The guard asks, “What have you got?”

“Sand,” says Jose.

The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to Jose, and lets him cross the border on his bicycle.

This sequence of events is repeated every day for three years. Finally, Jose doesn’t show up one day, but the guard sees him in a bar in Mexico.

“Hey, Buddy,” says the guard, “I know you are smuggling something. It’s driving me crazy. It’s all I think about….. I can’t sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?”

Juan sips his beer and says, “Bicycles.”

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