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Wow…the WIERDEST thing…
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June 29, 2008 at 4:38 pm #1628SilverStormParticipant
Okay, I know this isn’t exactly actually getting ON a motorcycle and trying it out, but I’ve never experienced something like this before and just wanted to post it. And I’m NOT crazy…I think.
Well, last night I had a dream. A pretty accurate one too, I might add. I went over to the local D.I. (a thrift store, people drop off their used stuff and other people come and buy it for cheap) with about twenty other people, a lot of them around my age. I think we were in some kind of class or something. From the looks of it, I would say we were in some kind of special MSF class. Anyway, we go inside, and a person shows us to the front of the store. I was AMAZED. Sitting in front of the window, there were about twenty ’08 Kawasaki Ninja 250Rs!! Five bikes in each color (green, red, black and blue), all shiny and spiffed up. Apparently that shipment of bikes had just been dropped off in the cheapy store right before the group I was in got there. I have no clue what D.I. was doing with twenty brand spanking new bikes. Anyway, our group instructor told us to go and sit on one. I picked a blue bike.
A side note about the blue color: in reality, I wish the blue on the Ninjas was darker and deeper…I think it is more of a baby blue than “Candy Plasma Blue.” In my dream, the bike I sat on was the exact blue color I want and love. Wierd.
Continuing this strange dream, I picked the blue bike in the middle. I sat on it, and the only thing uncomfortable was how high the suspension was set. My toes could barely touch the floor. I don’t know what my hight is exactly, but I would say I’m around 5’3″-4″. Is it even possible for the new Ninjas to have a suspension set so high? Also, I think the Ninja in my dream had me sitting in a bit more sporty position than it would be in real life. Anyway, we walked the bikes around the store, which was suddenly a huge empty space. In my dream, the Ninja I was walking around was EXACTLY like the Ninjas I have seen in reality. I don’t know how my brain depicted the bike so accurately. Somehow, we started to drive the bikes around the store (with me never having even mounted a motorcycle; the most I can say is that I learned what to do and what not to do from YouTube) in first gear. Strangely enough, with this being a beginning MSF class where the instructor mysteriously disappeared, no one crashed into anything, including the ground.
This continued for (what seemed like in the dream) around five minutes, when our instructor popped back into my dream and told us to park the bikes back at the front of the store. Now, I don’t even know how to shift on a motorcycle and I am still trying to park straighter in our van. I parked the bike PERFECTLY the FIRST time. No help. The instructor led us to the side of the store where there was suddenly a Kawasaki service garage. There were more bikes parked along the wall. Our instructor told us to pick one again. I chose another blue 250. The suspension was still set really high, so I walked the Ninja over to the service garage and asked them to lower the suspension. The guy I asked did so, and when I sat back on the bike (this took all of three minutes) it was a perfect fit. I might add that he was a cheerful old fellow, much warmer than the salesperson I had talked to at the Kawasaki dealership in reality. Back to my dream, I think the suspension was set to the lowest option; how high would that make the seat? Anyway, we continued to drive the bikes around (again with no crashes) for what seemed like ten minutes. I was having a blast.
Finally, the instructor popped back into my dream and blew his whistle, signaling for us to turn off the bike engines and gather in the middle of the store. D.I. was mysteriously filled back up with second-hand items. The instructor asked us if we had a good time; we all said yes (of course). He continued on, saying that the bikes were priced at a set $2,000. Whaaa? There was nothing wrong with them in any way; the Kawasaki garage (that had mysteriously disappeared) had made sure of that. I remember wanting one so badly (because I knew once the store opened-haha forgot to mention that D.I. was closed when we got there- that these bikes would be sold faster than a cheetah chases prey) but my pocket just wasn’t filled with $2K.
When I got back home (that I’ve never seen before in my life, that seemed to be the least accurate thing in my dream) somehow the blue 250 I had ridden was sitting next to the kitchen table! Now, I don’t know how it had gotten itself inside the house, but I was just so happy to have it. I think my mom had suddenly turned up and bought the bike on ths spot, although I don’t remember her even being in my dream. The last thing I remember in the motorcycle portion of my dream (because it continued on, I don’t even remember being in the last part) was sitting on my new Ninja at the table, eating mashed potatoes and practicing my shifting. Oh, and the gears were below my right foot. That was also innacurate.
That was the wierdest dream I have EVER had…and the most fun. I have never sat on a Ninja 250, much lest ridden one. I have never seen a 250 up close and personal. My neighbors have a friend with a Ninja (?) 636 that comes down sometimes, but I’ve never been on their bike. Also, I have not been obsessivly searching Google for new NInja 250 pictures lately; things have just been too busy at my house for me to do that. The only thing I have done like that was go onto the Kawi website and show my friend which motorcycle I want. That was last night (err…this morning ) before I went to bed. I don’t know, maybe that was enough of a trigger for my brain to decide it wanted to dream about riding a Ninja 250. Not that I’m complaining, of course. I think it would be awesome to dream about riding a motorcycle every night.
Anyway, I have not even dreamt about driving a car that was as accurate as this dream was. I haven’t even dreamt about driving a car in the first place…Well, I don’t think I’m crazy or psychic or whatever (although I wouldn’t mind my mom buying a brand new 250 for $2,000, that would ROCK) but from what I’ve researched, this dream was pretty true to the bike for being a dream. That doesn’t mean, however, that Kawi service garages mysteriously appear out of nowhere, or that D.I.s will suddenly start carrying new motorcycles for over $1K less than the MSRP, or that I will be in an MSF class that gets inside a store (that is closed) which mysteriously clears itself for us so we could drive our bikes. I don’t think that an MSF instructor will suddenly disappear from their class and reappear when they feel like it. And I DEFINATELY don’t think I would be able to ride a motorcycle for the very first time without crashing it, much less being able to park perfectly.
I don’t know where this dream came from, or how I dreamt it, but I thouroughly enjoyed it! It’s definately not a substitute for acutally being able to sit on and ride a new Ninja 250, but I thought my brain portrayed the little bike pretty accurately. Just wanted to post this up while I still remembered the dream (although I think it’s gonna be pretty tough to forget it) and hope that when I do finally get to ride a Ninja, I will have as much fun as I was having in this crazy dream. Sorry for the, uh, EXTREMELY long post. Ride safe!!
June 30, 2008 at 6:01 pm #8100BenParticipantSounds like a pretty good dream from what I’ve read so far, but i’m only on chapter 1 of your post….
Quick side note, I used to have dreams all the time when I didn’t know how to swim about me learning how to swim in my dreams. It always seemed so easy in dream land, but I didn’t actually learn in real life until last year!
Ben
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