So what’s Mr. BestRest doing, sitting in an easy chair alongside an Alaska highway, 100 miles from th nearest town? Is he working, or is he playing, or is he doing both?
I was taking a break (off the bike) when a pickup truck drove past, doing 80 MPH. Suddenly, a leather covered executive’s chair fell out the back of the truck, landed ON THE ROLLING CASTERS, and slowly coasted to a stop just a few feet from where I was standing. Seeing an obvious opportunity before me, I did the logical thing… I sat in the chair and rested from my heavy labors.
A lot of strange things happen in Alaska… this was just one episode.
PS. That truck driver never did come back for his chair.