I am riding some kind of futuristic bicycle. My front tire blows out. As I slow down, I push a button and the tire regenerates and automatically starts filling itself with air. Before I come to a stop my tire has been repaired and I can continue riding. I am riding down the street where I grew up in Wenzville, Missouri. There is a woman with blonde hair riding next to me. I ask her where she is going, and it turns out we are both going to the same place. We decide to ride together.