Another odd dream last night...
My wife and I were in some sporting goods store. We were walking around - just killing time. I noticed a rack of bikes hanging from their front tires, but they were hanging by a single bolt of the tire. Getting them down was not a problem. I simply grabbed the back tire, pushed up, and lowered the bike down.
It was a nice bike; black, light, simple gear shifting devices. I hopped on the bike and started roaming the section. As I started off, "Sweet" Lou Rosselli walked by. I stopped, looked at my wife and asked,"Do you know who that was?" She said no.
I told her he was only the man and continued riding. I turned the corner and almost ran into a post-workout form of Lance Palmer. Nonchalantly, I asked him what were some of the qualities that made Sweet Lou so great. He rattled off a few things and we went our separate ways.
It was time to head out so I returned to where I got the bike. Only one problem... Coach Ross Thatcher was drilling stance and motion at the very spot I needed to hang the bike. I asked him if I could quickly step in and hang the bike. He said sure, but make it quick. As you'll remember, the bike was hanging by the outter bolt onto a ledge. Not exactly a piece of cake. As I fumbled with it for about 20 seconds, Ross, overly annoyed at this point, stepped in and said, "Let me help." I'm pretty sure he did it without looking.
And the bike, even at this very moment, is still hanging.
