I'm in this little street outside a shop. There's a display of leather wallets and I'm looking through them but thinking it can't be good for them to be kept outside. I hear two blokes chatting behind and when I turn round I realize that one of them is Orson Wells, but when he's older. He's laughing and joking and not at all grumpy. Then I remember that I have an appointment and need to get there quickly so I find a parked up motorbike and sit on it. It says Hondo on the tank and I think is that a knock off Honda or some sort of a sub-division of Honda, and I find it unsettling.
There's a bunch of keys hanging off a chain on the handlebars and I try a few and eventually one starts the bike. I feel sorry for the owner but promise myself that I'll return it once I've been to my appointment. I set off and then quickly remember that I've never ridden a motorbike before and don't know how to change gear so just stay in first and it's screaming. The terrain starts to change and I'm suddenly in the countryside and it looks familiar. Then I'm recreating The Great Escape and jumping fences like McQueen, going up and down hills and doing wheelies. Completely forgot about my appointment as I was having so much fun.