The midday sun pokes through the canopy of leaves and warms my face. I hear a distant voice. "Wake up." 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?" "Fifty years." "What?! What year is it?" "2015." "How the...?" my voice tapers off, confused.