Tips: Packing While Driving
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A roll-up pouch unrolled, with the left hand (if right handed) gripping both the wheel and the top half of the pouch enables the want-it-now fiend to scoop and load. Not recommended--I hit a deer doing this. Things happen fast. But every drunk knows 99 times out of a 100 he'll get away with getting behind the wheel of his car, and every driver knows using his phone at the wheel is no big deal. [sarcasm]
Seriously, it's easier just to pull over. There's probably something else that needs tending to anyhow. BTW, ever drop a lighted pipe upside down in your lap while at speed?
Seriously, it's easier just to pull over. There's probably something else that needs tending to anyhow. BTW, ever drop a lighted pipe upside down in your lap while at speed?
Poor ole' me, I'm just not a good multi-tasker. Drive or smoke a pipe, but not both. On my behalf, research mostly shows that people who do two or three tasks at a time (or more) feel like they are doing all of them brilliantly, but are actually decreased in their performance of all of them, most people by a lot. The stimulation of juggling amps up your adrenaline and makes you feel like a superman, but the actual ability drops a lot. Though a small percent of people do surprisingly better than others at this, but not most of the people who think they do. Everyone thinks they are an excellent driver; few are. I worked with a secretary years ago who could smoke a cigarette, type a document, and talk on the phone at the same time; she later became an air traffic controller, so she is probably long retired by now (that job gets early retirement benefits).
Codger pack from a pouch. Not rocket science. That's one of the reasons for pouches. You drink your coffee and drive, check your phone while driving, change music while driving. This is not brain surgery. People have been doing it as long as their has been cars.
A law school classmate got into a one-car accident by futzing around while driving. He survived. His wife and infant child did not.
Hell, I've been known to have John Cougar's Jack and Dianne blasting and singing along at the top of my lungs, reach into the back seat, with a foot on the wheel, burrito balanced in my lap, grab my tin of tobacco, pack my pipe, whirl back around and realize that I've lost my place in the novel I was reading, "where's my lighter" put some hot sauce on my burrito, passing a semi, "Oh yeh, life goes on..." check my pockets for my lighter, "Jack, he's gonna be a football star..." where's my tamp, take a bite of burrito, "Diane's debutante, back seat of Jacky's car..." knock Mrs Cosmic's hand out of my lap, finish the burrito, grab my drink and swig, fire up the pipe, "Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone..." tamp, give Mrs Cosmic a knowing look, shift, hit the gas, pass another semi, reach back into the backseat looking for something, hell I forgot what it was, "Let the bible belt come and save my soul..." read another few sentences of my book, wink at Mrs Cosmic, and "Two American kids doin' the best they can." That's how I roll. 
Pipe in the hand that holds the wheel, pouch between legs. Only takes a second or two to load a pinch at a time with the other hand.
Otherwise known as "How to die in ten steps or less!"
Hell, I've been known to have John Cougar's Jack and Dianne blasting and singing along at the top of my lungs, reach into the back seat, with a foot on the wheel, burrito balanced in my lap, grab my tin of tobacco, pack my pipe, whirl back around and realize that I've lost my place in the novel I was reading, "where's my lighter" put some hot sauce on my burrito, passing a semi, "Oh yeh, life goes on..." check my pockets for my lighter, "Jack, he's gonna be a football star..." where's my tamp, take a bite of burrito, "Diane's debutante, back seat of Jacky's car..." knock Mrs Cosmic's hand out of my lap, finish the burrito, grab my drink and swig, fire up the pipe, "Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone..." tamp, give Mrs Cosmic a knowing look, shift, hit the gas, pass another semi, reach back into the backseat looking for something, hell I forgot what it was, "Let the bible belt come and save my soul..." read another few sentences of my book, wink at Mrs Cosmic, and "Two American kids doin' the best they can." That's how I roll.
Easier if you just take the tub and do the codger scoop. And one more tip if you have a manual transmission learn to float gears so you dont need the clutch except to stop and take off
Oh yeh! Life goes on... ?
I have been loading my pipe a few times while driving, but soon I come to realize, I'm playing with fire especially while behind the wheel of a heavy dump truck loaded with gravel
I transfer whatever I'm smoking from the tin or bag into an empty Sam Gawith tin I keep in the car. Let the tobacco dry as needed, then plop it onto my lap and codger scoop. I have an automatic, though, so it's much easier.
I always end up with some scraps and debris on my pant leg, though.
I always end up with some scraps and debris on my pant leg, though.
Damn right! Driving is boringHell, I've been known to have John Cougar's Jack and Dianne blasting and singing along at the top of my lungs, reach into the back seat, with a foot on the wheel, burrito balanced in my lap, grab my tin of tobacco, pack my pipe, whirl back around and realize that I've lost my place in the novel I was reading, "where's my lighter" put some hot sauce on my burrito, passing a semi, "Oh yeh, life goes on..." check my pockets for my lighter, "Jack, he's gonna be a football star..." where's my tamp, take a bite of burrito, "Diane's debutante, back seat of Jacky's car..." knock Mrs Cosmic's hand out of my lap, finish the burrito, grab my drink and swig, fire up the pipe, "Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone..." tamp, give Mrs Cosmic a knowing look, shift, hit the gas, pass another semi, reach back into the backseat looking for something, hell I forgot what it was, "Let the bible belt come and save my soul..." read another few sentences of my book, wink at Mrs Cosmic, and "Two American kids doin' the best they can." That's how I roll.
There’s enough tobacco in the floorboard of my truck to keep a pipe club going for a few days.
Thanks, now I dont feel so bad about driving with my knees while re-lighting.
I know a good friend, or rather a good friend I haven't spoken to in about 15 years. He loves drinking. So do I, but don't drink like I used to. His greatest trick is driving drunk on high way and end up waking up with engine seating next to him. He has been lucky. Not sure if he's still lucky. I know you guys are careful and I'm not a den mother so.. Good luck! I was a den leader for 5 years, but the boys were below drinking age.
