way way back in the late 1960s when I was in college in the Midwest in the USA, my room mate at the time wanted to introduce me to a cousin of his who was visiting. So we drove out from the college to my room mate's family's summer home on a Wisconsin lake. As I entered the room, the cousin stood up to greet me -- all the rest of them had extreme amusement pasted all over their faces as they saw my face go white as I instinctively backed away from this guy.
You see, he was two yards, two feet, two inches tall -- he drove a Chevy Impala (1960s vintage) with no front seat -- he drove it from the back seat.
He liked to tell the story about the time he was walking down an alley in the evening in Chicago and suddenly heard footsteps in back of him and a voice say: "put your hands up and turn around."
Well, he did as they said - he was holding a stack of books in each of his extremely oversized hands and had been hunched over as he walked.
When he turned around with his hands, holding the books, above his head, he was taller than a polar bear -- his eyes were closed in fear, he said, and all he heard then was the sound of feet running away from him as fast as they could go.
While he was alive, he was in the Guinness book of records.
