I remember being on a bicycle. I don’t think it was my bicycle. It seemed a little tall for me, but I managed. It’s all quite fuzzy, but I remember being at the corner of 300 West and 300 South – just outside Tony Caputo’s, waiting to cross the street. It was sunny and warm, but not as hot as it has been the last couple of days.
At that time I noticed the handle bars seemed to be upside down. They weren’t before – but somehow I took my eyes off the bike and now they were. Because of this change it was harder to pedal and now my hands were up higher than I was used to.
I thought maybe if I turned the handle bars back to the way they were I would have an easier time getting home. I also noticed since the handle bars were switched, the front tire was a little flat. I thought about how I might fix that. I sure didn’t have an air pump. I hoped maybe somewhere on my way home someone would be pumping air and I could ask them to help me.
I wish I could remember what happened next. Maybe that’s when I woke up.