You do paint a nice picture with your words Brad. I can see that even though I wasn't there
Brad has a way of refreshing memories, some long repressed, even with something as simple as coiled line.
Or coiled welder cables. Many moons ago I worked on a fencing and welding crew, travelling around the far flung school district installing and repairing chain link fencing. The back of the welding truck had two hooks, one each for the electrode holder and earth clamp. 100 feet of thick cable each, so we could reach distant fences without driving across home plate.
I was instructed to put the electrical cable back on the truck hooks by carefully coiling it on the hook while standing adjacent. That was kind of a chore, and I had a better, faster idea; I would just coil the cord the lines around my arm starting at the far end, walk towards the truck and just drop the coil on the hook. Truly faster and easier, why did no one ever think of this before? Genius!
Shortly after I first tried that faster and easier method one electrical cord bounced free off the truck hook on the way back to the shop. One the metro-beltway. At rush hour. Three guys on the bench seat and it took a while for anyone to realize why every passing car was blowing their horn, shouting and pointing.
100 feet of thick cable, bounced clean off the hook, whipping and flailing across three lanes on the beltway. I left that job soon after, but not before accidentally setting fire to a wad of oily rags under the truck seat, also while driving around the beltway.
My career as a welder was not meant to be, and I think everyone was happier. Especially the commuters.