Ahhh yes my little netriderkins, last night I had a dream. My dream was not exactly about emancipation, positive affirmation and equality for all. Nothing to make it particularly significant, history-wise. However, it was special for me nonetheless. Late last night, in the depths of cold, darkness... in the witching hour when heaviness and rapid eye movement take control of your body, the following took place: It was THE perfect day. Overcast with a light breeze. The kind of day that gives you all the light you need for visibility, yet without the pesky glare or heat. The kind of day that makes you completely comfortable in a leather jacket. Roads just recently dry... and clean. I am riding up the north coast with LPCIII, Fluffy Donkey... and my parents were following in the Camry for some reason [what? it's a dream! that kind of unexpected stuff happens all the time]. We pull in at a roadhouse to stop for the night. While everyone else is asleep, I sneak out to the 24 hour Kawasaki dealership across the road [that's right 24 hour... if they sold cheeseburgers as well it would be the best shop evar!]. My dream did not contain details of exactly what I signed in that place... but I walked out with a brand spankin' new ZX10R clad in the finest 'OMGsupershinyf***offcool' black paint option available - so I'm pretty sure I signed up to some sort of 8 year, 32% interest finance scheme, giving Kawasaki Aus a controlling % share in my soul AND right testicle. Worth it. Morning comes and we all gear up and hop on our bikes. "Ktulu! Get off that bike! The owner could turn up any second!" "I know. I just did." *start bike* The clouds part above me and a ray of sushine envelopes the bike. A bird falls out of the sky, a nearby woman faints, Batman gives me a thumbs up, and a Ford Territory driver uses their indicator to change lanes We roll out as if Optimus Prime himself commanded us. The remainder of my dream is spent overtaking people on the F3 [which had magically transformed itself twistier than a Curly-Wurly that's been left in the sun on a 75 degree angle]. Everything is effortless. "I want to overtake tha.. oh, I've done it already." I'm blasting along! I have a full faced helmet w/ visor down, but I can still feel the wind in my hair [+1 for bullcrap physics in dreams]. Guys in SS utes are gawking and then looking down at what must be their tiny, tiny penises! Kids are waving at me with Happy Meal toys that look exactly like miniature me's on black litre Kawasakis with REAL 'Mirror-punching action!' Gorgeous women are winking... or possibly just blinking because they don't even have time to turn to look before I'm already gone! The fuel needle isn't even moving, and there are no bumpy reflectors on the road! There are no trucks, buses, Hyundais or terrorists. It's perfect!... *Alarm goes off.* 7am on Monday. Time for work, Ktulu. "Shit."