Of bikes and boats..... with a improbable twist.

I really have not had the most restful of sleep lately, which has been impacting my posts. Last night, I did have two dreams that I keep reflecting on though. In the first, I am participating in a bike trip. It is partially a race and partially a tour. There was importance on finishing quickly, but all the riders had paniers. There must have been a pace vehicle of some type as at one point I was debating what to carry with me on the ride.

One of the riders had a flat and had to buy a tube off of some local person. I asked what he paid, guessing it was about 4.99. He corrected me and said that he gave the man 5.99 as that was a fair price for the tube. I then realized I should be carrying some money, but all the money I had was in the form of loose change and I had to consider that in the weight of my gear.

The next part of the dream, Brad and I met up with Dave Cassidy, another coworker. He looked really old, but seemed rather spry. We were at the end of this long narrow rectangular lake that had houses on either side, each with a dock and boat. It was about 75 feet across and 1000 feet long. At the other end, it appeared it might open up into a larger body of water.

Dave had a wind surfer with him, and was explaining about some new job that we were going to start all the while he jumped into the water with his board, and went down a good 20 feet in the water. He then pointed the board up, grabbed the sail, and the buoyancy of the board shot him to the surface and he landed standing atop the board holding the sail. I was amazed that this was the technique for mounting a wind surfer.

Despite his impressive start, he did not seem to understand the mechanics of how wind propels a sailing vessel. The wind was coming straight down the channel, but he did not turn his sail and eventually fell over. There was beginning to be quite a bit of boat traffic, including someone on a catamaran, who managed to come to the end of the channel, turn, and head back out. Still, Dave was not able to angle his sail to generate any 'lift'.

Just then, one of my old neighbors appeared. It was Laura. She commented about all the boat traffic and about Dave's troubles, and this is how the dream ended. What was really odd was, after I woke up, I went to my computer to see if I had any email and there was a note that Laura (whom I don't think I've spoken to or even thought of in many years) had added me as a friend on Facebook! What an improbable coincidence!