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.