Dreamed that an old neighbor at the house I grew up in (Mom still lives there) came back around with a huge custom Harley. He was / is a Harley dude IRL. We were at the end of the street (cul de sac) and he saw trying to teach me how to ride (I know how IRL). The bike was very long and you almost lied down leaning back very low. I remember my head was almost below the seat somehow. Anyway I crashed it at slow speed around the circle but then I could ride fine. Dream morphed into some other place like Maine and I was on a borrowed motorcycle. I had forgot who the owner was I had been using it so long. That's pretty much it.