Little Red, the Sled

        I dreamed I was driving Little Red through some sort of check point. I’d packed everything I could fit and that I thought I would need into a 5x8 trailer and was towing it North. I had purchased my sister’s old property and was planning on razing the ruins of her old home and hand building my own.

        It didn’t seem odd to me that I was driving Little Red prone, on my belly, and the steering wheel had been turned into a couple of steering handles that kept getting caught in my mustache until I finally ripped the corners of my handlebar moustache right off so it wouldn’t interfere with driving. The tow hitch was right between my feet and I could feel the heat of the battery between my knees. The whole thing was about 9 feet long and only about three feet high. Little Red was essentially a recumbent motorcycle.

        I got pulled over for detailed inspection and I couldn’t seem to convince the inspector that the trunk really was the size of a picnic basket, the rest was all battery. They had absolutely no interest in the trailer for some reason.

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