This morning’s dream:
I dreamed that I was riding on my scooter, just about to get onto I-5 southbound at the MLK ramp, going somewhere south (although not as far as Portland, 170 miles), when something went wrong. Snapped, broke, slipped, I don’t know. But my motor revs went way down and I suddenly couldn’t sustain speeds over about 20 mph. I limped home and had to give up on wherever I was going.This was one of those “too close to home” dreams, since I rode past that exit on I-5 yesterday, going down to a site visit at an airport hotel (as a potential site for an upcoming event). Also, last Friday, I took my scooter in for a checkup and was told that I need a new air filter, a new belt, new rollers, and a new back tire. And thus I shouldn’t ride it long distances, which means I won’t be taking it on the trip to Portland this coming Saturday. So I guess that stuff is weighing on my mind.
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