So... I had a dream last night. In this dream, Monica Belluccii was married to Mario Cippolini (Don't ask me, I have know idea where this stuff comes from.) They had a big house in Paradise Valley, and for some reason, I was there. Monica came to me and said she needed help. She was holding an armful of carbon tubes and lugs. She said that they were part of a prototype of Mario's newest bike. She had been looking at it, and had touched it... Just touched it... And they had fallen apart. "Could you PLEASE help me put them back together before Mario gets home?" Why of course! Let me take a look.
(Monica, by the way, was wearing this amazing top, with no back to it... Just a string tying the two halves together. I remember a very long moment of following her into the bedroom, where the bike parts were, and just staaaaaaaaaring at her back. But anyhoo...)
So I take a look.
I start piecing the parts back together, and as I do so, Mario walks in. Somehow, the bike has changed into an old book. (Again... Don't ask me. I have absolutely no idea where this stuff comes from.) The book is crumbling, and is bound in a wire mesh. I am twisting and turning the mesh... Trying to keep the pages bound together. Mario knows who I am, but is a little peeved that I am in his bedroom with his wife, and a little more than peeved about the fact that his book is falling apart.
Then I wake up.
Your guess is as good as mine.
So I take a look.
I start piecing the parts back together, and as I do so, Mario walks in. Somehow, the bike has changed into an old book. (Again... Don't ask me. I have absolutely no idea where this stuff comes from.) The book is crumbling, and is bound in a wire mesh. I am twisting and turning the mesh... Trying to keep the pages bound together. Mario knows who I am, but is a little peeved that I am in his bedroom with his wife, and a little more than peeved about the fact that his book is falling apart.
Then I wake up.
Your guess is as good as mine.
