A short ride turns into a big adventure and poses a big question, “Can a Royal Enfield take you back in time?”
The midday sun pokes through the canopy of leaves and warms my face. I hear a distant voice.
I’m in a deep slumber, swimming in a dreamy unconscious sea.
“Hey, wake up.”
The voice pulls me toward the surface.
That voice again. “It’s time to wake up.”
I recognize it. It’s Royal Enfield, my trusty bike.
I surface. The light is blinding.
“It’s about time,” Royal Enfield says.
I shield my eyes until they adjust. I am lying beneath a tree beside my motorcycle.
“How ... how long have I been asleep?”
“What?! What year is it?”
“How the ... ?” my voice tapers off, confused.
In the summer of 1965, I rode my new Royal Enfield to Harriman State Park, where I took a nap under an old apple tree. The nap lasted 50 years, and I woke up in 2015! I cannot explain what happened, but I must get back. I’m supposed to get married next week!
“What’s the nearest town?”
“Newburgh is just north of here.”
“But New York City is south.”
“I know, but I need to get back to New York in 1965, not 2015. I can’t go back until I’ve figured out what’s happened.”