I'm always on the hunt for free wood. I found some, but technically it belonged to someone else. I discovered it months before so I knew it's owners weren't treating it well, and that it was being neglected. Honestly, the wood looked bored. It was only right to rescue it before someone did the unthinkable and chopped it up for firewood.
There were two pieces, they were both twelve footers. They were stiff and awkward to carry. I swung them around and lifted them over the passenger seat of my convertible and slid them lengthwise as far as they'd go. They stuck out from the back of my car pretty far, but no matter, I drove them home anyway.
I cleaned them up before adding them to the unfinished deck that I'd been working on. They still look bored as they lay there, but I was happy, and the deck was happy. Everybody was happy. 
