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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Hi C
Date: Aug 30, 2005 12:35 AM


(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 red 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