Playing round in my car, back in Carlisle. A famous rally driver appeared from nowhere, as they do, and it started raining. So my Prelude changed into a 4WD thing, and the driver preceeded to drive down to what was the River Eden, which was now the rising sea level due to the rain (only a 400 or so foot rise in sea level). The driver vanished mid drive so I had to climb over and had jolly good fun charging through all the mud back to the main road. The car then vanished as well and we walked along the pavement to my brand new Gixxer Thou, got on and started following you lot. If they're anything like my dream, they are bloody fast, deceptively so, and I found myself grabbing huge handfuls of brake to scrub off speed I didn't realise was there. And the handling seemed to be an extension of my body. Cool. Haven't got a bloody clue who the person was with me though, just friendly company.
