Well actually it was his bike. For some reason Boomer, myself and Trashy were at a track in Germany and Boomer offered me his K7 GSXR1000 for me to do a lap of the track. I tried to protest that I couldn't ride in all my pregnant glory but he and Trashy pressured me into it. So I did.
It all started off looking like a normal track, but then suddenly there were houses that you rode through - some of them got a bit tricky because they had little passageways to negotiate so had to drop my speed considerably. Then the track turned into a city motorway but I was racing all these other bikes on it, on slicks in the wet. There were signs over the motorway showing the way back to the track, but I couldn't follow them because I didn't like turning right. So I kept turning left in the hopes that I would eventually get to the track but just ended up getting hopelessly lost.
Meanwhile Trashy and Boomer were still waiting for me at the track and going on about how slow I was because I still hadn't finished one lap.
So all you dream interpretators, whaddya make of that one?
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