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The Ichabod Crane effect.(10 posts)

The Ichabod Crane effect.Ahimsa
Apr 17, 2002 5:51 PM
I ride at night alot along a lonely route. Sometimes I imagine that I am being trailed closely by one or more phantom riders. I imagine that at any minute I will be caught and doomed to some unimagined fate.

There is no rational reason for this exercise in fantasy. It does not "help me train" by providing motivation. In fact I often times allow myself to become a tiny bit scared just to increase the thrill.

I know it must seem odd to try to convince yourself that you are being pursued by 2 wheeled wraiths just for the sake of a brief child-like escape. I never said I was sane.

Any others out there trying to outrun your demons?

I hear them change gears sometimes, I look back and they are not there. I feel them gaining. I imagine the pale faces and hollow cheeks puffed in gory exertion. I race to the top of the hill and pause. I turn around, check the trail. Nothing.

dodododo dodododo dodododo dodododoSlipstream
Apr 17, 2002 6:23 PM
"Now hear this! There is no one behind you! He's a lie. He's a concoction. Nobody's seen him. Nobody's heard him. Nobody knows who he is or where he's from. You made him it. You cut him out of whole cloth. Now I don't know what your graft is, Ahisma. I don't know how you get paid off, but I do know that it's time you let these people know what's in that cave mind of yours."

What you have just witnessed could be the end of a particularly terrifying nightmare. It isn't. It's the beginning. Although Ahisma doesn't know it, he is about to enter a strange new world, too incredible to be real, too real to be a dream.

Ahisma's story is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction. You may recognize the name, Ichabod Crane. On a given morning not too long ago, the rest of the world disappeared and Ahisma's town was left all alone. Its inhabitants were never sure whether the world was destroyed and only his city left untouched or whether the village had somehow been taken away. They were, on the other hand, sure of one thing: the cause. A monster had arrived in the village.

Just by using his mind, he took away the automobiles, the electricity, the machines - because they displeased him - and he moved an entire community back into the dark ages - just by using his mind.

One day Ahisma began to sing aloud. Now, the monster doesn't like singing, so his mind snapped at him, turned him into the smiling, vacant thing you're looking at now.

Ahisma sings no more. And you'll note that the people in his town have to smile. They have to think happy thoughts and say happy things because once displeased, the monster can wish them into a cornfield or change them into a grotesque, walking horror. This particular monster can read minds, you see. He knows every thought, he can feel every emotion. Oh yes, I did forget something, didn't I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster. This is the monster. His name is Ichabod Crane. He's six years old, with a cute little-boy face and blue, guileless eyes. But when those eyes look at you, you'd better start thinking happy thoughts, because the mind behind them is absolutely in charge.

This is the Twilight Zone. It's the planetary alignment that's causing those thoughts, yes, that and the precessionary effects of cycling on the nadjas being squeezed to hard for too long, bro. It kinda makes you light headed you see.
three words come mind....Spirito
Apr 17, 2002 6:57 PM
It's the way the shadows play from the streetlights..guido
Apr 17, 2002 6:47 PM
as bike and rider move past them. They catch up and then go in front and disappear, like so many hump backed ghosts.

I have thought these were demons, only to realize they were a benign night-time presence.

Ride on!
re: The Ichabod Crane effect.xxl
Apr 18, 2002 2:05 AM
And I thought I was the only one! There's a RTR path close by, and a few years ago some poor kid blew through his last intersection and into the side of a dumptruck. When I go night-riding out there, I can't help but think of this kid, riding into eternity, and I can't shake the feeling that he's there, somehow. Some nights I swore I could just see his reflection in the corner of my glasses; but of course when I turned around, no one was there--spooky!

Not usually given to flights of fancy, etc., by day (other than the common "racer" fantasies that plague us all), I do feel weird on the solo noir. I know that it's all just mental projecting, but I too hear the kid, shifting his gears...
try thisslow-ron
Apr 18, 2002 4:47 AM
If you want a freaky ride try riding alone at night on your mountain bike, equipped with a headlight, through corn fields, before they plow over the corn in the fall, with an adjacent cemetary and riding through an abandoned coal tunnel to get back to the house. (Sentence run on?) I've done this ride a few times and your hands hurt at the end of the ride from grabbing the bars so tight.
you MUST stop reading Spirito's posts! right away!JS Haiku Shop
Apr 18, 2002 5:14 AM
really, though...i did this as a kid on my sears free spirit 10 speed. then too, i never shifted. so, effectively a single speed. i rode everywhere. would imagine a pack of kids on 10-speeds chasing. people probably thought i was nuts.
Apr 18, 2002 5:20 AM
I was once attacked by a pack of snipes. I recognized one of them as a cousin of a particular snipe I had shot with my b.b. gun the year before. They are vengeful creatures. They are out there....looking...

Be careful!
The Ring! The Ring! Give us the Ring! (nm)SnowBlind
Apr 18, 2002 8:01 AM
re: The Ichabod Crane effect.Krypton
Apr 18, 2002 1:15 PM
At night riding my mountain bike on a small mountain, there is a place where the terrain goes up but the trail surrounds the hill, if you look up at a certain place with the moon out, you'll see them....3 ghosts coming down trough the trees to get you....

The thing is, actually, its three big trees and the way there branches fall, you'd swear they are ghosts covered with rags and long hair. If the moon is behind them, the first time you come around the corner, you just can't help but be startled....makes you razor sharp for the rest of the ride.