In my dream last night, I was racing through Taipei's streets at 100+ mph on my Ninja. It was very exciting and all, but somehow, something wasn't quite right: Instead of using my left foot, I was using either of my hands to do the shifting. Then I looked down, and to my surprise, the handle bar, breaks, and shifters were from my bicycle.
Looks like I am spending too much time on saddles these days. When I woke up, I remembered something funny that happened several year ago. Soon after I got the Ninja, one day I noticed myself leaning into a turn when I was driving our minivan. Good thing that I didn't try to pull a wheelie.