I dreamed a dream. In this dream my parents sat me down and told me that they thought I needed a break--a relaxing vacation. So they'd made me a condo reservation in St. George and wanted me to ride my bike there.
"It will be so relaxing," Mom said.
"You can just take your time getting there," Dad said.
"Me? On a Bike?" I said, "When was the last time you saw me ride one?"
So, there I was pedaling away to St. George (which is 5 hours away by car).
But you know what? I dreamed that I loved it. And I dreamed that it was relaxing. So now I want a bike in real life. But I don't think I'm ready for the spandex get-up in real life.
* Now I can't get this song out of my mind. Oh man, I love this song. Never mind that my hair is short and brown and I was pedaling instead of riding a Harley. It's the feeling of the song.