The ultimate test of staying quit will be this week-end and Mopars at the Rock. Two hour ride, at the race track all day. This will be the make-it break-it test.
I have yet to take a long road trip since being on the butt wagon. I have been chewing on wooden matchsticks occasionally. It kinda takes the place of figety fingers that are used to handling butts. Wait a minute; that doesn't sound quite right.