Kilt and a dead weasel. And not one of the little pleated, frilly things that the English made us wear, but a real Scotsman's great kilt, all six yards of it.

I find that that makes people less embarrased by my bag of tricks. Which has been known to get stuffed into the big pocket of the organizer I have hanging on my passanger seat when it's not right to carry it.

To me, the question of "is it with me?" includes items in a two cubic foot volume in a single location within a hundred feet that I know is secure-ish.