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09-27-2005, 02:18 PM
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|  Sleepy Hollow Headless Rider
(I found this on the internet, it is kind of wacked, and urban legend - ish) Sleepy Hollow, Creepy Hollow (after 1984, before 1989) There is a true legend, back behind sunset boulevard I will not say where (you'll know when you get there!) up in the hills around mulholland a sportbike stretch favored by many, racing another, at over a 140 m.p.h a midnite crotch-rocket-rice-burnin'athlete lost control his bike rocketed him into the oaks, he crashed through the leaves and branches where a whiplash trunk impact removed his helmet - with his head still in it! snapped like a slingshot, decapitated the projectile jettisoned into the canyon below by that morning's light, and the day after the tragic spill had been cleaned up and before the statistics where complete they searched for the rider's head and helmet the helmet was recovered, over a mile down the canyon but there was no head in it! it is believed to have been taken by a mountain lion or coyote, etc. as the creature probably tugged the head out while running with the helmet end of story... well one nite I rode through the same canyon grade, to see the area again, again!, that many lost it on, to ride the same bend as the racer approaching from the top, and less than a minute from the bend I was chilling myself by teasing into the triple digits, before the bad spot, already adrenalized I swear this was out of the black midnite! a sportbike came blazing incredibly fast on my *** his headlight dissapperad in a wheelie he blasted it down beside me winding it back and forth throttling up and down and side by side he was challenging me when I looked over to see the rider he had no head!!!! as I freaked in complete cold blooded shock my hair stood up, in suspended animation he shot by me, my jaw dropped, my heart pounded like an earthquake pulling a wheelie, the racer dissappered past the bend, headless!!! he wanted me to race to the point the place where his spirit and head took flight I stopped and tried to see lights further down the canyon I looked and looked, the wine of the after burner just faded no lights, no rider, just blackness, and the glow of Hollywood behind the hills I sat there dumbstruck in shock then I heard the ridiculing laugh... it just echoed on owl wings up the canyon - the laugh was not human, like hollow, deep and supernatural I sat wondering, what in the hell!!! why did I just freeze up, freaked out? it made me wonder how many after him accepted his challenge has anyone won? ha ha more riders have died on that spot! yeah, I chickened out but I am telling you the story so some nite when your on that grade in your mirror, there may appear a yellow leathered racer just take a peak at the rider and hope he has a head! and avoid a modern day, sleepy hollow creepy hollow, up above sunset -z |
