I drive in Los Angeles - DTLA, Hollywood, 90210, Santa Monica, Venice, etc... I have lived in L.A. since 1972, and have seen Down Town Los Angeles (DTLA) become a nice night spot over the past 10 years. With that comes many fares and rather classy riders. Occasionally I will get the sketchy rider, and this one night I did. For those of you that are unfamiliar with L.A., right in the middle of DTLA's Art District, Little Tokyo and various night spots, sits skid row. My Uber App took me to a small side street (dusk on a Wednesday night) the street was purely small businesses, zero apartments or housing. All the little store fronts were closed for the night, and not a soul in sight, not even a wandering homeless person. Looks like navigation has me a couple blocks off the correct pin-drop, I think. Just as I am calling the rider I notice in my rear view two gentlemen (30's) sauntering towards my car. One is dragging a rather large suitcase, the other has a good sized duffle bag. Me thinks, LAX here I come. - I like longer trips, even enjoy the ones to Malibu or Huntington Beach. Heck, if someone asked for a San Diego, Palm Springs or even Las Vegas trip; I would jump at it - I like to drive. As soon as I have my rear hatch open one guy has tossed a duffle bag right in the middle of everything, so I need to move it to the side in order to then grab the suitcase and place it on the other side. WHEW!!! The moment I lift the duffle bag the strongest smell of THC I have ever smelled (I have teenage boys, so trust me I have smelled a couple of empty wax jars etc.., unfortunately). My brain does not completely compute everything in that split second and I'm thinking, this guy needs a better stash canister, or maybe he is just a smoked out rider (had my share of those in L.A.) and I'm mistaking the smell of what is on him for THC. The two give a buddy-hug and one gets in the back, the other walks away. By the time I get back in my driver's seat the guy in the back has already rolled down his window. I swipe "Start Trip" and see that in fact he is not going to an airport (which is no surprise with how his duffle smells) but instead he is going to an address in Gardena (15-20 mile drive). Within a couple of blocks I realize he is pretty lit and has obviously been sampling whatever caused that strong THC stench wafting from the back. Which has now filled my car to an aroma stronger than if I were walking in a field of the maryjane itself - seriously. Merging onto the FastTrak it dawns on me...I wonder if this guy is hauling weed in that duffle? I know, DUH! I can be slow sometimes....LOL. I try not to judge riders - ascertain what they need and expect yes - but why they are going to the 35'er bar in Old Town Pasadena at 1 am, when they obviously have more than their fair share of alcohol in them already, is up to them. It's my task to get them there safely. Zipping along the FastTrack, with Future playing at mid to high-level from my Premium Spotify - set on Extreme Music (Uber Drivers should get Premium for free btw!) Rider sitting with his eyes closed, head back and smile on his face, enjoying every moment of the trip (probably counting profits in his head) - it dawns on me - remember I can be slow sometimes - I wonder if that 40 pound suitcase has weed in it, too? If it did (which I am pretty certain it did) the duffle was about 30 lbs, that would be 60-70 pounds of weed! All I can think is, if I get pulled over right now, Mr. Policeman will pull his weapon the moment I roll down my window and with raised voice command: GET THE F&% OUT OF THE CAR YOU DRUG DEALING MOTHA-%(*&^*R! In some small way I wanted to get pulled over...THC has caused my family much pain...teen boys, remember? But I just knew that would not end well, so I did the speed limit and watched my P's & Q's. Pulling up to the low-income housing apartment building I did what I always do...asked the rider if this was the correct destination; ended the trip; and got out to get his luggage from the back. Of course being very curious by now, I have a subtle and extra feel of the soft sided suitcase, and yep, there were what felt like bundled bricks of something inside it. Set it down, pull the handle up and rolled it next to him, then help him put the duffle on his shoulder. He says thanks, then points to the back seat - I have that one too, can you grab it for me, please? I never even saw that one go in the backseat directly behind me. While I was doing the suitcase into the back at pick up, his buddy must have tossed the third one in the backseat. It weighed the same amount as the other duffle bag (30 lbs) and felt identical - soft bricks inside it too. That would be about 100 pounds of weed! Strong smelling high THC weed. Street value around half a million dollars if Google search is correct. No, he did not tip, nor did he 'pinch me off some' for my great service - I've told a couple of riders this story, since. They always joke he should have tipped me in weed! lol He did say thank you and smiled as he meandered away with a duffle bag on each shoulder and suitcase dragging behind. I drove home early, since my car smelled so strongly of THC I could no longer pick up Riders. Sprayed a good amount of Febreze (Uber drivers should also get that stuff for free - we are just one big rolling advert!) and I left all four windows down in the garage - smelled like new the next morning.