You wake up and it's dark in the master bedroom. You struggle to remember whether it was light outside when you laid down for that nap, but can't quite remember. Your head aches, and you wait to open your eyes...trying to remember that crazy dream that kept you tossing and turning.
The dream had started out normal...you dressed as Sims, making a traditional English breakfast for the household. However, it was VERY hard to concentrate on breakfast with all that racket coming from the garage! Growing increasingly infuriated, you walk down the hall to the garage and throw open the door. However, the scene behind the door isn't a garage at all! Rather, you find yourself in a parking lot somewhere, surrounded by the noise and smell of hundreds of bikers...what the hell? you think to yourself. You turn around to get back in the house, but are shocked to see there's no longer a door there!
Although you should have been scared, you just felt curious and determined to figure out what was going on. You walked for a while, past rows and rows of bikes and bikers of all varieties, until you come to a place that looks like a showroom.
"Welcome to BikerWorld, Sir, how may I assist you?" a pushy salesman comes up and asks you. You notice he's dressed not as a typical salesman in a sleazy suit; rather he's decked out head to toe in a brightly colored sportbike leather suit. It seems really tight, and he's got a great body.
"Yes, thank you, I'm looking to acquire a bike to entertain myself with on the weekends" you find yourself saying in your clipped British butler accent.
"Well my man, you've come to the right place, we've got a bike to match even the most discerning customer's needs! Here, check our our most popular models!" He directs me to a row of showroom models, each with a dazzling display and description. I gaze at them, noticing many are the ones I'd seen in the parking lot before.
Which one do I pick in my dream?