“I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying."
Uncle
Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face
like a gigantic beet with a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"
Dudley and Piers sniggered.
"I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream.”
Was from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's/Sorcerer's
Stone.