Dreams....

My good friend Jeremy Bidwell posted on Facebook that he had a dream last night in which he was doing a cyclocross race while riding a Pugsley. He qualified that by saying that he had never actually done a cross race nor had he ever ridden a Pugsley. What do our dreams really mean?

Here is my reply to him....

"I'm picturing you hefting a 40 pound Pugsley over the extra tall barriers at the bottom of an incredibly steep and long runup with hundreds of hecklers lining the course offering beer and processed meatstick handups while ringing cowbells, blowing horns, shaking tambourines, beating drums, and waving the Lion of Flanders flag..... There are dollar bills laying all over the muddy runup but you seem to be completely oblivious to them, yet, curiously, you're smiling.... I know that some people will question your sanity, my friend, but to me you are as normal as I am."

Ride safe.

Peace out, yo!