I had a similar experience a couple of weeks back (true story). I like to take drives around the country side while smoking a nice cigar. It helps me clear my mind. I was out on one my drives in the middle of BFE smoking a tasty Bolivar and got one of those sudden, stomach churning, if you don't find a bathroom soon you might be in serious trouble feelings.

I looked around the cab of my pickup... nothing but an old cello laying on the floor board and a single yellow snotty Wendy’s napkin. No diving behind the nearest bush for me.

I floored the truck. I was sweating profusely, trying to keep my cheeks wedged together as best I could. I had roughly 10 miles back down the canopy road to my house with no gas stations in between... survival instinct kicked in.. I was not going to crap myself.

I somehow managed to make it back to the house in the nick of time. I made it, but needless to say, it totally ruined the smoke...