Dreams Of Riding Technical Singletrack

I have a reoccurring dream. I’m blasting down a super-tech trail, faster than my brain can process the input that my eyes are forwarding. I can see the data on an infrared view like the Terminator: rock-rock root-drop boulder-drop rock HUGE-rock; it’s information-overload. My pitiful processor isn’t sleek and speedy like the T1000. Eventually I hit a slab of granite the wrong way, my suspension bottoms out, and I’m over my bars and diving into the Boston Harbor.