Once again last night I had this reoccurring wheelie dream. In the dream I've popped a wheelie, I'm up on the balance point, and I'm just riding there comfortably, like it's nothing at all. And then in the dream I have this epiphany of "oh wow, this is really easy. This is just as easy as flying a sidecar."
This is the third time I've had it. I wonder what Freud what say.