Keep in mind,how the racks look ,out at the picnic grounds,when someone is cooking a bunch of slabs,for a bunch o' folks,eatin at different times.
They keep throwin stuff in,movin' meats around,takin' some out,puttin' some in,tossin' in a couple sausages,taste testing after a cold drink.
We tend to talk on here,about artfully and gracefully displaying slabs, a certain large distance apart-where a large squirrel can run between them.
The smoke,or heat from one,should NEVER be shared by another.
Even worse,what if the juice from one could drip on another.
We would never open the door,to learn what we are actually doing-because it could add 1/2 hr to a six hour cook.
What about if we sauced them for the last hour and one touched the sauce from another-oh my, the bbq police would light their alarms.
What would happen if a couple pieces finished later than the first pieces.
Oh my,the folks that came later would have to eat freshly prepared ribs.
Yep,now I see our fascination,to do all this like a watercolor painting,we are turning in for an elementary school grade.
Just my $0.02