Last night, I had vivid dreams. This is not unusual in itself, but the subject of the dreams were “odd” to say the least.

I dreamt that I was in France, riding (for fun) stages of the Tour de France. On an old, unreliable 3-speed bicycle. So unreliable that I was breaking cranks, pulling spokes, and snapping chains. Yeah, that is pretty bad.

But add to that we were using these same bikes to hunt out the best BBQ in France.

Whoa.  I need better drugs me thinks.