My car was in the shop, and Chef's was missing too many headlights to drive safely at night. However, we were able to find a friend on short notice that had a car large enough to accomodate the recliner.

The top of the parking garage was as scenic as we had hoped. At 11 PM on a Thursday night, the Purina tower was glowing in the distance.

With Chef in the chair and myself on foot, we spiraled down three levels of empty parking garage at full speed. This was fun! We hit the street, and bolted right, past a bench full of Greyhounders.

"You must be smoking some crack!" one yelled. I performed a left-hand turn big signal, and veered left on Main Street. As expected, we encountered very few cars on our trip down to the river, but I'll tell you, I think every single one noticed our mobile recliner and made it a point to stop, smile, and comment. We liked that. I pushed through a 4-way stop without slowing down and headed over the lip of the big hill down towards the river. Just ahead of us, a squad car was pulling into the police station.

"Hmmm" I thought, and kept on pushing. Now that we were heading downhill, holding onto the recliner was more like restraining in than pushing it. The going was easy. There was just one stoplight between us and river now. There was no one at the intersection, and thus, no reason to stop. We passed under the railroad trestle at the end of our route at top speed, and pulled off of the road into a barber shop parking lot. One, then two, squad cars pulled in behind us.

"What are ya'll doing? Just having a little fun?"

"That's right sir, just practicing for the upcoming Leisure Luge. We had to try out the course".

"I was about to call in a 10-50 on a La-Z-Boy. I saw you going by and I thought 'oh boy, I got to check on that'."

"A 10-50, does that mean stolen?".

"Nah, that's a La-Z-Boy wreck. This is great! Do you have a poster or something I could have?"

"Here's a business card, you can get to our website through this."

"Thanks!" The officer never stopped laughing the whole time.

Well, then. That was a relief. Now we only had to push our recliner uphill back to the car.

"So Chef, should we take our recliner through the Taco Bell drive-thru on the way home?"