Wrestling a fever and sweating through the hotel bed sheets, my mind sought shelter from the flu by escaping into my recurring fantasy.

As I drifted off into this dream or slight hallucination, the sweat beads rolling down my cheek and spine was no longer caused by a fever but rather from the sweltering noon heat as I biked into Washington D.C.  The sun was beating down, but my solar panel was soaking up every photon of energy, propelling my electric bike forward into the Capital city. I was gloriously alive, living my dream.