I can’t believe the stuff we used to get away with in Houston.
I used to hang my six pack in the ring holders on the outside mirror to keep it cooler during the winter.
We would buy a twelve pack for each vehicle and then tow a car across the city.
During the hard core of the 60s when possession of a single seed was a felony in Texas, I would carry a Johnny Cash 8 track and a pint of Jim Beam on the seat beside me. If pulled over I would put in the CW tape, take a giant swig from the whiskey and hope that the cop would not notice my long hair, and assume that I had merely been drinking all night.
The cops were few and far between, disinterested mostly, but on the other hand they might beat you to death for no good reason, also, they were the law and depending on the circumstances, you could get away with almost anything, or get a serious beat down because of your looks.