Here I Dreamt I Was an Awful Spendthrift
I don't usually write about my dreams cuz I don't usually have very many, nor are they interesting to anyone but me. (I know, is ANY of this interesting to anyone but me? Honestly!) But I had a dream that I was at a bike shop back in New Jersey, in one of the million and a half anonymous strip malls. I was buying some new pedals, Speedplays, to replace my old favorites, LOOKs. The guys at the shop seemed to know me and I knew them. On the radio I heard a Belle & Sebastian song (I don't know which one, it kept changing) and I was trying to listen and carry on a conversation at the same time. Then, somehow, the new pedals were on my bike and shoes and I rode away on them.
When I woke up I: a) did NOT immediately order a pair, thinking the dream was a sign from God that I must change pedals after, like, 15 years; b) did buy a new capo for my Washburn, one like Colin's, with that curlicue.