Old West

Every morning I bike past a train yard, and then next to train tracks for nearly 3 miles. This morning as I was riding a freight train was slowly making its way down the tracks. As I rode past it the William Tell Overture popped into my head. And then mental images of cowboys and a great train robbery. And, before you could predict, there I was, in the Old West, about to execute an amazing train heist—on my bike. It was Awesome!

Fact: imagination is a wonderful thing.