The strangest thing that ever happened to me was my 3 year peripheral involvement with the "cookie bandit", who terrorized the New Mexico forest for at least 10 years. If you do a google search for "cookie bandit New Mexico" you'll get all the sad details of a serial killer who hid out in the forests of the West for 40 years. I never heard of the "cookie bandit" until May 2006 when I was just starting a 5 month bike tour of the West. On my second night I was camping at McCauley Warm Spring, 2 miles from the road. I often left my bike and backpacked into the forests of the West, sometimes I hid my bike for a week, and did a backpacking loop. Bike touring is real nice, but sometimes you get tired of the Road.  Early the next morning a young couple showed up at the Warm Springs, and started asking me a bunch of questions. The last questions were; "Don't you get scared up here all alone? Wouldn't you feel safer with a gun?" I said; "No, if I had a gun, any bad guys would just get the drop on me anyways, or just take my gun away and shoot me with it."  At this point both of them took guns out of their jackets and pointed them at my face at point blank range. I practically fainted, I thought i was dead. "Sandoval County Sheriffs Department, you're under arrest for burglary". Thank God, they turned out to be undercover police. I was so happy. It was such a disconnect. They were pretty mean about handcuffing me, and tearing down my camp, but I was ecstatic about being alive. They forced me to carry all my gear 2 miles down a rough trail in handcuffs, and they called for backup, and drove me to the Sandoval County Police Station in Rio Rancho, and for the first time in my life I spent all day in interrogation, where they showed me pictures of Joseph Henry Burgess "the cookie Bandit", and kept insisting  that I was him, though I don't look that much like him (he was 8 years older). They tried to get me to confess like a hundred times.  There was one real amusing part of the interrogation when they asked if I would like a cup coffee, and I said I would Love a cup of coffee, and they chuckled and brought me the smallest cup of coffee ever, like coffee in a 3/4 oz disposable espresso cup. I temporarily thought to myself, "O.K. you win, I confess, just bring me a real cup of coffee."