Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream...

Started by triangleforge, November 23, 2009, 07:21:25 AM

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triangleforge

I thought of putting this in the General Monster Forum, because there is a Monster involved, or in the Tech forum because it's got engine issues, or the (defunct) politics forum. It doesn't go in the "Can't Sleep" thread, because I was sound asleep at the time...

So I decided to put it here, where I'll get thoughtful, serious answers. What ever could this mean?

Last night I dreamt of Monsters, both ours and a beautiful but broken S2R. The dream began well, riding (and flying a bit, just cuz we could) through the canyons south of our little Arizona mountain town. Somewhere along there the scene shifted to a short little hill in the Maryland Suburbs that I remember from my former bicycle racing team's traditional Sunday Ride. There beside the road was a stunning red S2R -- white stripe on the tank, Arrow pipes, classic Ducati Meccanica decals. Dead as a doornail. The owner just happened to be the Member of the U.S. Congress I worked for back in the late '80s/'90s who digs classic American cars but, to the best of my knowledge, has never been on a motorcycle. He was huffing and puffing trying to push this bike up the short steep hill into his driveway.

My Monster disappeared off into dreamland somewhere, and I bent my back to help him push, one hand on the nicely-chopped tail. No beer trays here!  Initially we were pushing the bike up the grass at the side of the road, but that was really tough going so he steered it onto the nearest concrete -- the curb, which we balanced the bike along for a good hundred yards or more, digging for traction all the way up, me wondering the whole time why we didn't just use the shoulder of the road.

We hit the top of the hill, and I hopped on the bike to coast downhill into his driveway and stopped in a little courtyard beside his house. That was about when I noticed that the front brake lever went all the way to the grip without any real resistance. Hmmm, make a mental note to tell him to bleed that sucker. And what's this? Clutch lever is bad too (shorty Pazzo levers, now that I think about it -- more cool stuff I wish we had on OUR bike!) and needs attention.

I trace the clutch line down to the slave to see if it's leaking, but can't find the clutch slave. Can't find the open clutch on the other side, either. In fact, can't find much of anything I recognize down there, because the more I stare at it, the less the motor looks like an L-Twin of any description and the more it looks like a Honda. Not an inline four, not an inline two -- a single-cylinder Honda lawnmower motor. Complete with a little gas tank on the front & a pull-cord starter.

I get really worried that the drop-dead gorgeous 20-something girl who lives nearby might come by and think this is MY bike and I'll have to explain why it's got a lawnmower engine in it. And fairings. Somehow it got fairings added between the time I rolled it into the courtyard and now. This dream that began so wonderfully wound up rapidly spiraling into nightmare.

Tell me, doc, what does this all mean?

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KnightofNi

Life, alas is very drear. Up with the glass and down with the beer!
Quote from: RB on September 09, 2009, 05:31:47 AM
Seriously, when i am 800years old i want to rock like Lemmy! it is a religion that requires lots of determination, drugs, and Marshall stacks.

now with clavicle of steel (stainless) wrist o' steel (11/2011)

Oldfisti

Quote from: Sinister on November 06, 2008, 12:47:21 PM
It's like I keep saying:  Those who would sacrifice a free range session for a giant beer, deserve neither free range time nor a giant beer.
Quote from: KnightofNi on November 10, 2009, 04:45:16 AM
i have had guys reach back and grab my crotch in an attempt to get around me. i'll either blow in their ear or ask them politely to let go of my wang.

zarn02

*Puffs on his cigar*

"Tell me about your childhood..."




Maybe it's about post-modern reality, or the vapidity of government promises, or your fear of a cheapened Ducati lineup stealing your mojo.

Or, you know, maybe it's not.

I'm just curious why the girl in my dream was genuinely impressed when I explained 'debt monetization' to her. Does that really happen? :P
"If it weren't for our gallows humor, we'd have nothing to hang our hopes on."

TiNi


ute


Bun-bun

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Oldfisti

Quote from: Sinister on November 06, 2008, 12:47:21 PM
It's like I keep saying:  Those who would sacrifice a free range session for a giant beer, deserve neither free range time nor a giant beer.
Quote from: KnightofNi on November 10, 2009, 04:45:16 AM
i have had guys reach back and grab my crotch in an attempt to get around me. i'll either blow in their ear or ask them politely to let go of my wang.

Rameses


brix821

i sailed away to china
in a little rowboat to find ya!
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cyrus buelton

I had the most vivid dream last night I was in the carribean swimming with sea turtles.

It was make the beast with two backsing awesome.

Then I woke up to my doberman breathing in my face.
No Longer the most hated DMF Member.

By joining others Hate Clubs, it boosts my self-esteem.

1999 M750 (joint ownership)
2004 S4r (mineeee)
2008 KLR650 (wifey's bike, but I steal it)

Grampa

it would appear that you have a thing for Barney Frank

S stands for socialism 

2 stands for the letter to

R stands for Republican



Barney is bikecurious and you are there to help him see the bike light.

and ultimately you will help fix the economy as well.






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So I went solo.  -Me

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Oldfisti

Quote from: Sinister on November 06, 2008, 12:47:21 PM
It's like I keep saying:  Those who would sacrifice a free range session for a giant beer, deserve neither free range time nor a giant beer.
Quote from: KnightofNi on November 10, 2009, 04:45:16 AM
i have had guys reach back and grab my crotch in an attempt to get around me. i'll either blow in their ear or ask them politely to let go of my wang.

zarn02

Quote from: Johnny OrganDonor on November 24, 2009, 05:54:00 AM
Then what would the tiny honda engine represent?

The jarring, impersonal reality of post-modern American existence. You see, the "everyone's-a-celebrity" world of so-called 'reality television' has left us with a feeling of inadequacy to the task and blah blah blah art critic mumbo-jumbo blah blah......
"If it weren't for our gallows humor, we'd have nothing to hang our hopes on."