robjh
Legendary Member
- Location
- Cambridgeshire - almost Essex
When the alarm went off this morning I was in the middle of a most vivid cycle-related dream. I haven't a clue what it meant, but maybe some amateur dream-interpreters on here will be able to help.
I was on a night ride, in Wales, but all the action took place in the daytime. We started from a big grassy campsite and left it en masse along a muddy track, where some riders had to ride up the bank and on the grass to get past.
Next thing, I was in the front three riders descending a really steep hill on a good, smooth surface. I touched my brakes and I was going so fast they made no difference and I knew they'd never be able to stop me. It didn't worry me that much, but the rider beside me, who was by now on a motorbike, told me his bike would keep going even if he wasn't on it. Cue, a moment later, this riderless motorbike drifting past me on the downhill. It followed the bends in the road which I thought was clever, but then lost it as we came into a village and veered over to crash into a parked car on the other side of the road.
I was by now alone, and continued into the town and went to the little market. It was the first town after the Kazakh border, and the butchers stalls had all manner of bits and entrails on sale. Needing some money I went to the little exchange bureau beside the market, and decided to change €20, after counting out the money from my wallet. I had even decided how I was going to ask for it in Russian but the woman spoke amazingly good English.
Just then another rider, who was a guy I worked with 20 years ago, turned up and said there was a bit of a fracas going on back at the parked car. Then the alarm went off.
As I said, not a clue.
I was on a night ride, in Wales, but all the action took place in the daytime. We started from a big grassy campsite and left it en masse along a muddy track, where some riders had to ride up the bank and on the grass to get past.
Next thing, I was in the front three riders descending a really steep hill on a good, smooth surface. I touched my brakes and I was going so fast they made no difference and I knew they'd never be able to stop me. It didn't worry me that much, but the rider beside me, who was by now on a motorbike, told me his bike would keep going even if he wasn't on it. Cue, a moment later, this riderless motorbike drifting past me on the downhill. It followed the bends in the road which I thought was clever, but then lost it as we came into a village and veered over to crash into a parked car on the other side of the road.
I was by now alone, and continued into the town and went to the little market. It was the first town after the Kazakh border, and the butchers stalls had all manner of bits and entrails on sale. Needing some money I went to the little exchange bureau beside the market, and decided to change €20, after counting out the money from my wallet. I had even decided how I was going to ask for it in Russian but the woman spoke amazingly good English.
Just then another rider, who was a guy I worked with 20 years ago, turned up and said there was a bit of a fracas going on back at the parked car. Then the alarm went off.
As I said, not a clue.
