Thursday, July 3, 2008
I had a dream last night that I was a rickshaw driver. I was thinking about it during my run this morning and decided it would probably be a good fit "job" (okay, hobby. Are people full-time, career rickshaw drivers? Maybe in Asia.) for me since I bike all the time now. But, on the flip side, I imagine it would be really, really hard at times. Case in point: In my dream a huge, sweaty guy came up and told me he wanted to go "up the hill, just for fun, to check out the view from the top." I must have been in San Francisco or something, because I remember staring up this massive, daunting hill while this guy lumbered into my rickshaw. Thank goodness I woke up just as I started to pedal. Heave-ho.