B38) Driving my first load of weed...

"They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." -- Benjamin Franklin, Historical Review of Pennsylvania (1759)


Salina Kansas: My first trip from Tucson to Chicago with a trunk full of weed. I was in a vehicle provided by a drive-away service, it was a Cutlass Supreme Brougham. I filled the trunk with one hundred fifty pounds of some high-grade Mexican sensomia and was bound for Chicago

Day one:
I got off to a late start and only made it to Durango Colorado where I got a room for the night.

When driving loads of weed the most advisable route was the northern route, up through Colorado then East to Chicago. The southern route took you through New Mexico and Texas. In those state the police could pull you over and search your vehicle if you fit a profile. Late model car, one driver, out of state plates. Something to that effect. If you drive through those states you stand the chance of hearing:

“Step out of the vehicle sir and Open the trunk”

Day two:

9:00pm. Sixty miles from Salina Kansas. The sun just went down. I’m tired. I’d been driving for twelve hours. I’ll be staying in Salina Kansas for the night.

Is there ever a good time for a flat tire? No and that’s what happened. The right rear tire flattened. I was able to get on the shoulder without incident.

Now there’s a problem, a real problem. I have no idea if there’s a spare tire. If there is a spare it’s in the trunk under the weed. I must have had a dozen bricks, all shapes and sizes in the truck, five pound bricks and twenty pound bricks. It was packed in the trunk like a puzzle.

It’s dark out and I have no flashlight. This is so unprofessional. It's like you don't know what you are doing and you want to get caught! 

I was standing next to the car thinking, should I or shouldn’t I?

Should I or shouldn't I? Should I pull the weed out of the trunk in an effort to get at the spare tire and jack?

“Yes, I should”

Once I decided to go for the tire and jack I began moving as quickly as possible. I pulled the bricks out and stacked them on the road next to the car. I pulled out the spare and jack. Then I loaded the bricks back into the trunk. As I closed the trunk a state trooper pulled up behind me.

OMG

when I saw the headlights I did an immediate about face. When I saw it was a state trooper I clasped my hand together as if in thanks and prayer.

Those big beautiful headlights made my day. Never mind the fact they are attached to a state troopers vehicle. I needed light. He brought the light.

I went immediately to the drivers window to speak to the trooper:

“Please don’t leave. I can’t see what I’m doing in the dark. Please don't leave”

I asked the officer.

“Can you please stay here until I get the tire changed. Please”?

He said he didn’t know if that was possible so I ran to my car and began changing the tire as fast as I could.  As I changed the tire I began thinking about what to do with the flat? I can't open the trunk with the trooper right behind me.

When I finished changing the tire I threw the flat and the jack into the backseat then went to thank the trooper for the use of his headlights.

After that he drove off. None the wiser. 

Whew…

"Note to self. When driving loads of marijuana always make sure you have a spare tire and access to it"