I had a strange dream last night. We had headed out to Spain, my two-legged friend and I, to wheel about Spain, and to perhaps chance upon the Vuelta for some fun. We had arrived in Madrid under a blazing sun. We immediately headed out for Figueres, along the dusty back roads of the Madrid plateau. And then suddenly it happened. I began to have a strange sensation in the tyres. It felt as if I was rolling along on toffee. And then the sky started to change to a glowing sea-green. All signs of the road and the countryside vanished in a flash, and from within this overwhelming green out flew a dove shouting: Dali Dreams! ….
