Handcar Horizons

Every so often I dream that I'm on a handcar equipped with piles of books, a cooler full of food and drinks, and a comfy chair. I ride the handcar down the endless rails on a world where it's always summer and the scenery is magnificent. Every so often I stop at little railside restaurants and corner stores where I load up on fresh food, drink and books and chat with the locals. There's always something new to see, and the cool breeze is just enough to protect me from the heat of the day.

I imagine such an existence would get tiresome eventually, but it would sure make a nice, long summer vacation. I'd get quite a workout, too.