When I'm riding some forest road or path, I daydream about riding my green, army surplus looking LHT in the woods, camo poncho and foilage obscuring my sillhouette, liberating Norway from the Nazis during WWII.

Is that a silly, "Walter Mitty" type fantasy for a middle aged guy to have about his bicycle or what???

"....and the bike wheels went pocketa-pocketa-pocketa as he evaded hostile German rifle fire en route to fishing trawler of the resistance anchored in the fjord..."