I was with my friend M travelling, or better, competing on a long distance race in a converted blue minivan. In a large European city, we had to stop for mechanical checks which were however, more administrative (in a cavernous post office, in a convent by a rather corrupt female judge). In the city, because of traffic restrictions we’d leave the van here and there and had to take ominous subways. I’m not sure the competition is fair or worth the effort anymore (vis a vis the competition) but I don’t want to leave alone M, who already faced significant risks. At the post office/gift shop there’re philately catalogs, and I pick up one.