Last night I dreamt about Fuzzy and his wife, who had come to the bike shop I was working in, to upgrade/service Fuzzy's bike, so that his daughter could ride it. The bike was strapped to the side of their big American 4x4 monster truck, even though there was plenty of room on the flat bed. Fuzzy didn't want to come into the bike shop, so I grabbed the bike and his wife came with me into the shop. Where I noticed that Fuzzy had done some DIY upgrades to the bike mainly using a 1" thick chain, right out of the industrial Victorian times, and had removed with an angle grinder every second tooth to make room for the chain. The rear cassette had only to rings, made in the same style, I didn't have time to look at how he had managed to get that chain into the XT dérailleur. Before something caught my eye out of the shops rear windows, we were being over taken by cyclists who were partaking in a track race. So that explained why Fuzzy had to be outside in the car, so that he could hold the truck in place onto the shop as we did laps on the bicycle track while the race was on.