Last night I had a prophetic dream. In this dream I was cycling in the Tour de France. It was a hot day. And I learned that the race is not that anywhere as gruelng as the media would like us to believe. I was surprised at how easily I overtook Lance. Especially on the uphills.

I awoke at seven, got ready for work and started my car. But the garage gate wouldn’t open. No amount of percussive maintenance seemed to help. So I had to park the car and ride my bike to work. And it’s a hot day today.

See what I mean?

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