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.
The Winker of course is the legendary, Dan Pellicer.