when I was trying to add another two pounds of ground coffee to a 3# can that already held 1+. He said,

What you need is some vibratory compaction,

revealing another of the myriad hidden facets of his knowledge. He proceeded to lift-and-drop the can, up about an inch off the countertop, and then down! with a sharp impact. The granules shifted with each strike, scrambled loose by the shock — but drawn downward, relentlessly, by Terran gravity. Their rough edges collided, slid, and skipped, and the mass settled just a bit with every hit.

After a dozen repetitions, the 3# can held 3+ pounds of grounds.

My current container is not so round nor regular as a can. It’s the frunk of the 996; and I need to get all of this into that confine:

• FACTORY-INFLATABLE-SPARE
• FACTORY-JACK+LUG-WRENCH
• TIRE-PLUGS
• AIR-COMPRESSOR
• LUGNUTS
• OIL-FILTER+WRENCH
• NITRILE-GLOVES+HAND-CLEANER
• TOOLS+FAB-SUPPLIES+FASTENERS
• FLOOR-JACK
• JACKSTAND
• TORQUE-WRENCH
• IMPACT-GUN+CHARGER
• QUART-OF-0w40
• SPARE-798A+798A-MOUNT
• ELECTRICAL-KIT+DURAMETRIC
• TARP
• GLASS-CLEANER+PAPER-TOWELS
• STICKERS+MAGNETS
• CG-LOCKS
• HELMET
• TOW-STRAP+SHACKLE
• WARNING-TRIANGLES

After less than a dozen repetitions of unpack-repack, the hood does close. It’ll be interesting to see how things have settled when we meet the car in Boston in three weeks.