I used to work for a Realty company as a "field Inspector". I really just took pictures and noted anything I found.
300 miles a day in my own vehicle. 80,000 miles in the first year I was there. Gas was on the company, but repair was on me. That's neither here nor there.
Lots of time in the Jeep.
At the time I only had a few Dr Grabows, and my favorite was a little straight billiard.
Well, Long story short (This doesn't seem very short) One day as I was smoking, my hand felt....hot and wet...
I looked down and it looked like I was chewing tobacco, and spit on my finger.
I was smoking my pipe so fast and hot (I think) [Probably freeway driving] that the shank split in half. This was a daily smoker for me, so this was the first I noticed anything ever wrong with this pipe. And juices were flowing out of this gaping hole.
I don't have any before pictures that I know of, but I (Pardon me) filled the crack with cake. I smoked this pipe like this for months untill I believe lost it.
I smoked the piss out of that poor thing