However, by the time Harland had reached his sixties, the construction of Interstate-75 had significantly reduced the traffic flow of his service station. Frustrated with his diminished cliental, Harland left the service station kitchen and took the road to try and sell his recipe.
Harland spent over one year traveling across the country with his recipe in hand. He pitched his chicken to restaurants during the day and slept in his car at night. It was a tough existance, but Harland knew his recipe was a winner. All he had to do was convince someone else it was as well. He figured it would sell itself.
Simply put, it didn't. By the time Harland returned home from traveling, his reciped had been rejected by over 1,000 restaurants - 1,009 to be exact. Not a single person wanted to adopt Harland's chicken.
But instead of just giving up and chickening out, Harland decided he didn't need any of them. It was going to be their loss. At the age of 65, with the money from his first social security check, Harland opened up his own chicken restaurant.
The rest is history.

Above: A drawing of Harland "Colonal" Sanders
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