I had a bad dream last night (maybe Lockdown IS getting to me)?
I dreamt that l was riding a Buell (this iPad keeps changing Buell to Bielefeld
) on a freeway into a city somewhere (NY?). I was trying to compete with other bikes by utilising the Buells midrange. Too cut a long story short l did a lot of dicing through streets and hilly housing estates then somehow l was too late for work.
I was then at my parents old home and calling in to work to explain my absence, but it was already after 2pm. The staff on the line were asking why l was so late and said it was hardly worth coming in today. I sarcastically told them that was only because “you buggers go home at 3 while l stay until at least 5:30!”. l told them that l would take a days leave. I then made the excuse that my Buell fuel injection was playing up.
When l went into the front garden there was a yellow M2 (the first Buell l had ridden), but the bike had been stripped and the engine taken!
In the background of my dream there had been a theme of some shifty biker element looking to steal a 1200 HD motor and it would appear they had taken mine.
So much for my injector story given the M2 isn’t injected!
To add to my anxiety some of my work colleagues came to visit my father for some obscure reason. How to bluff this one out?
Then a friend opened the garage door and carried out (amazingly given the weight) my Buell motor intact and helped me to reinstall it in the frame. The story to my work colleagues then conveniently changed to, “you see l had it all apart today! “, and yet l couldn’t remember stripping the bike down, which had obviously taken a day or two!
Shortly after this l woke.
Has anyone on here had any memorable dreams lately?