Dreams are weird and this one is no different. It went like this.
Somebody here invited me for a track day at Brands Hatch. I’ve accepted it, and drove my Zed to SFO, our local airport. At at the airport, I did like anybody with a car does, checked in, and they put the Zed in the luggage compartment.
I don’t know what happened at Brands Hatch. But it’s my dream, so I’m going to assume I smoked everybody, and that the ghost of Sir Frank Williams offered me a seat. It seems fitting.
The next thing we’re at a pub. There’s a band playing rock. Somehow I have my guitar, probably stowed in the Zed’s boot. So I sit in with the band, and again why not make things up, I totally smashed.
Sadly I don’t remember which of you invited me across. Whoever did, thank you so much. It was a great dream. Nearly as good as the one with the missus and her two girlfriends. (She only has one girlfriend.) And I think it was the first dream with the Zed.
So here’s a ode:
In slumber's grasp, a Z4 forum's call,
Brands Hatch beckons, in dreams' thrall.
Engines roar, as tyres kiss the track,
In the Zed's embrace, no turning back.
Through bends we glide, in symphony's grace,
A dream fulfilled, in this enchanted race.
Somebody here invited me for a track day at Brands Hatch. I’ve accepted it, and drove my Zed to SFO, our local airport. At at the airport, I did like anybody with a car does, checked in, and they put the Zed in the luggage compartment.
I don’t know what happened at Brands Hatch. But it’s my dream, so I’m going to assume I smoked everybody, and that the ghost of Sir Frank Williams offered me a seat. It seems fitting.
The next thing we’re at a pub. There’s a band playing rock. Somehow I have my guitar, probably stowed in the Zed’s boot. So I sit in with the band, and again why not make things up, I totally smashed.
Sadly I don’t remember which of you invited me across. Whoever did, thank you so much. It was a great dream. Nearly as good as the one with the missus and her two girlfriends. (She only has one girlfriend.) And I think it was the first dream with the Zed.
So here’s a ode:
In slumber's grasp, a Z4 forum's call,
Brands Hatch beckons, in dreams' thrall.
Engines roar, as tyres kiss the track,
In the Zed's embrace, no turning back.
Through bends we glide, in symphony's grace,
A dream fulfilled, in this enchanted race.
:lol:
