Weird one last night.
My bikes were all in my parent's garage (I never kept my bikes in there when I was at home) and I'd come out to realise the door had been left open, and all the bikes were gone.
Anyway, there was some sort of cycle race passing my parents house, and I bumped into a tall lanky stranger - just so happened to be Chris Froome who was watching whilst he was recovering from all the surgery.
Very odd indeed. I do fairly 'regular' get dreams (nightmares
) of opening the garage to find no bikes.