Big Calhoun
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So who likes to smoke and go on nice long road trips? Probably one of my favorite things to do. Having just moved to Texas, it's all the more fun. The roads are so huge. My wife and I are renting a Cadillac DTS to drive down to Houston and I'll be blazed the whole way down. Some of my funnest trips:
* Back in 1997, just bought my first new car (94 Chevy Camaro). I was off from work that day, and as usual, was toking it up. I got in the car and decided to drive down the Turnpike and just keep going. Well, 5 hours and 4 or 5 pipe bowls later, I was in North Carolina scoring a dime for the trip back! Good times.
* A few years ago, I was coming back from a business meeting. The forecast was for heavy snow and the meeting let out early so we could all get home. So I settle in my car, get everything warmed up, toke up, and take off. Maybe about an hour away from home, the snow is just getting to be too much. At this time, I had a Infiniti G20T and it just wasn't handling the snow well.
At some point, I had to pull over because there was too much snow in the tire wel. I scraped, and scraped, but all my traction was gone. The packed snow was becoming ice and not budging. I think I drove another 2 miles or so before pulling over b/c now it was just snow (packed on my tires) driving on snow. So here I sit in my G20, on the side of the Turnpike wondering what the hell I was going to do.
So I turned the heat down to low so I could conserve gas and turned up the radio. Over the next two hours, my car became completely buried and I was just toking away. It was finally about 9 at night, when I heard some 'thumps' agaisnt the car. Stoned out of my mind, I was too afraid to get out and have my car smelling like herb. So I just sat there. Finaly, 5 minutes later, a gloved hand starts wiping away on the windshield where the inspection sticker and VIN is. And what do I see? Just one of New Jerseys finest State Troopers staring at me with a "What the hell?" look in his face.
So he cleared snow from my door and I got out. He gave me a once over before speaking (my eyes were REALLY chinky) and then finally asked, "Are you OK, do you need a tow?". So I explained my predicament and he called out a truck to pull me out. While we were waiting, I used a shovel he had to chip away at the ice and then he let me sit in his warm cruiser. Nice guy, talked about guns and how much we both hated New Jersey until the wrecker came.
* Back in 1997, just bought my first new car (94 Chevy Camaro). I was off from work that day, and as usual, was toking it up. I got in the car and decided to drive down the Turnpike and just keep going. Well, 5 hours and 4 or 5 pipe bowls later, I was in North Carolina scoring a dime for the trip back! Good times.
* A few years ago, I was coming back from a business meeting. The forecast was for heavy snow and the meeting let out early so we could all get home. So I settle in my car, get everything warmed up, toke up, and take off. Maybe about an hour away from home, the snow is just getting to be too much. At this time, I had a Infiniti G20T and it just wasn't handling the snow well.
At some point, I had to pull over because there was too much snow in the tire wel. I scraped, and scraped, but all my traction was gone. The packed snow was becoming ice and not budging. I think I drove another 2 miles or so before pulling over b/c now it was just snow (packed on my tires) driving on snow. So here I sit in my G20, on the side of the Turnpike wondering what the hell I was going to do.
So I turned the heat down to low so I could conserve gas and turned up the radio. Over the next two hours, my car became completely buried and I was just toking away. It was finally about 9 at night, when I heard some 'thumps' agaisnt the car. Stoned out of my mind, I was too afraid to get out and have my car smelling like herb. So I just sat there. Finaly, 5 minutes later, a gloved hand starts wiping away on the windshield where the inspection sticker and VIN is. And what do I see? Just one of New Jerseys finest State Troopers staring at me with a "What the hell?" look in his face.
So he cleared snow from my door and I got out. He gave me a once over before speaking (my eyes were REALLY chinky) and then finally asked, "Are you OK, do you need a tow?". So I explained my predicament and he called out a truck to pull me out. While we were waiting, I used a shovel he had to chip away at the ice and then he let me sit in his warm cruiser. Nice guy, talked about guns and how much we both hated New Jersey until the wrecker came.
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