I don't often remember my dreams when I wake up, but this morning I did. Presumably the jetlag and exotic food contributed...
Anyway, I was so disappointed when I woke up to find out it was all just a dream, because I was riding the GS1000 on a particularly twisty road (somewhere in Sweden, for some reason) when I decided to stop and set up my camera in a tight curve. In order to look a little extra badass for my youtube audience, I hung low and for a brief moment my knee grazed the tarmac.

My first knee drag on the thousand and it was just a bleeping dream.

The idea of setting the cam on the inside of a curve was so good I will have to do it when I'm awake as well, but I can't guarantee that I'll drag my knee.
Yeah, that's my GS Story for today. A dream.
Don't tell my wife. She'll just ask why I didn't dream of her.

(I do sometimes, but I'll skip the details, guys. You're welcome.)
Yup. Carry on.

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