So I have this dream last night that me, my buddy anthony, and jason (cosworth) are gonna trailer our bikes down to some kickass track in Washington.
So I build a race bike (only took me an evening) pack the bikes into a trailer, hook it up to my dad's truck and get my dad to drive us down to buttfuck washington.
So we get there, and the gates are just opening. I get my gear on and follow jason around the track. Jason, being a schooled veteran shows me the proper lines.
Now get this, the track is an oval track, 2 straights with a jump in the middle of each straight, and the entire thing is dirt. It reminds me of some 1/2 tarmac 1/2 dirt supermoto track.
So I'm trying to put a knee down but the bike keeps getting upset in the mud and ruts. Finally I bail and land in a giant fucking mud puddle and get soaked and dirty. I go yell at the track manager who says "well we just had the offroad truck event here and didn't have time to prep the track!"
So we go to some gas station for sodas and then drive home.
I havent seen or partied with jason in like 3 years, and other than the beginning of the dream, I don't know where anthony went.