All this talk of hiding stuff, reminds me of when I was 16. Had a 65 mustang 3 speed stick. My buddies and I would cruise around and smoke pot. If the cops pulled you over and had a joint we had to eat it. (Next to impossible)
So besides the under dash fresh air stash bin, I took the screws out of the shifter boot on the floor hump to dispose of "Stuff" before we got pulled over Makes me think of the old Cheech and Chong scene in "Up in Smoke "
