Ok, I'll start. BTW I stole this idea from someone else's mention elsewhere so credit whre it's due!
Anywho, I always dream in full experience, live feeling, technicolor surround sound, Feel-O-vision, so I don't know I'm dreaming at the time unless something really whacky happens. That said, my busa dream consisted of me cruising around the twistie back roads behind this local airforce base, [maybe not the best idea as they have highly trained snipers there just ripe for moving target practice] and I was alone and having a really good time. For some reason I was not leaving that 4 block area, like it was a confined video game or something. I was driving on the streets, driving up the sidewalks, through a park and parking lots, having a lot of fun simply riding, but I hadn't opened her up yet. So back on the street, I twisted throttle full in 3rd gear and it just sort of groaned, sputtered and never got above 35 or so. I pulled over and started revving it to see if she was broke and once I got passed 1/3 turn on throttle, it would slow down like the gas was cut off! Great! There goes MY fun for the evening. Not being mechanically inclined I bagan to condiser my options of getting it home, or finding a taxi, since I would no be able to figure out what was wrong and fix it right there. Instead, I just loafed along on my neutered busa all the way home, toward my place at 30ish MPH. weee.
Ok, so it's not movie worthy but it was my FIRST dream with my busa in it since I bought it [that I can remember]. More like a lame nightmare though. Hope THAT dream never comes true.
NEXT!!!
Anywho, I always dream in full experience, live feeling, technicolor surround sound, Feel-O-vision, so I don't know I'm dreaming at the time unless something really whacky happens. That said, my busa dream consisted of me cruising around the twistie back roads behind this local airforce base, [maybe not the best idea as they have highly trained snipers there just ripe for moving target practice] and I was alone and having a really good time. For some reason I was not leaving that 4 block area, like it was a confined video game or something. I was driving on the streets, driving up the sidewalks, through a park and parking lots, having a lot of fun simply riding, but I hadn't opened her up yet. So back on the street, I twisted throttle full in 3rd gear and it just sort of groaned, sputtered and never got above 35 or so. I pulled over and started revving it to see if she was broke and once I got passed 1/3 turn on throttle, it would slow down like the gas was cut off! Great! There goes MY fun for the evening. Not being mechanically inclined I bagan to condiser my options of getting it home, or finding a taxi, since I would no be able to figure out what was wrong and fix it right there. Instead, I just loafed along on my neutered busa all the way home, toward my place at 30ish MPH. weee.
Ok, so it's not movie worthy but it was my FIRST dream with my busa in it since I bought it [that I can remember]. More like a lame nightmare though. Hope THAT dream never comes true.
NEXT!!!
