And pharmaceutical quality drugs for Mr. Richards.
This story reminds me of a much older cousin with a drinking problem. Lived in the LA area in the 50s and 60s. After a day at the bar, he used to drive home on the railroad tracks. Go through the intersections blowing his horn.
I guess even intoxicated he could approach the tracks where the asphalt was near level, let out much of the air in his tires, then drive down the tracks.
He was finally caught. The officer wanted to know how he could stay on the tracks, especially in his inebriated state. His response was "You just have to be a good driver, officer."