>One night I dreamed a dream.
>As I was cycling along the beach with Sheldon Brown.
>Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
>For each scene, I noticed two sets of tire tracks in the sand,
>One belonging to me and one to Sheldon.
>After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
>I looked back at the tracks in the sand.
>I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
>especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
>there was only one set of tracks.
>This really troubled me, so I asked Sheldon about it.
>"Sheldon, you said once I decided to follow you,
>You'd ride with me all the way.
>But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,
>there was only one set of tire tracks.
>I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me."
>He whispered, "My precious Fred, I love you and will never leave you
>Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
>When you saw only one set of tracks,
>It was then that I was your stoker."
