Ghost stories ride-Tonight! Friday December 22nd!
Join us for a Full Moon ghost hunting bike ride!
Meeting at Manny's Deli at 6:30 PM.
Event is here: http://www.thechainlink.org/events/paranormal-research-ride
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Permalink Reply by Doug Haynes on
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I have a CD tour a friend did years ago of 'Hunted Archer Ave.' that could be used.
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Permalink Reply by BalloonBiker on
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Nope, please tell.
Glen (FTF) said:you guys have all heard the tale of the headless courier, right???
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Permalink Reply by Glenn on
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Well...
Years ago, upon the cold dark streets of Sleepy Cog’O and the greater Chicago area, a great war raged on. Years of tyranny and control by autocrat drivers where finally being challenged by a new rise in cyclists and other HPV’s.
With the rise in cost of petroleum by products, mainly gasoline, and greater presence of these smaller self propelled vehicles, the driving community became outraged! Drivers sharing their precious lanes of cement and asphalt? Un-heard off. Especially with such insignificant objects as a skate board, roller blades or the “leader” of the rebellion, the bicycle.
Cars, trucks, minivans and the most hoggish, the SUV, saw fit to take action and stamp out the rebel rousers at all costs. Faster and faster, as gas prices rose, so too did the rise in cyclists and with them, the rise in car related bicycle fatalities
No one suffered from this more than the daily bike messengers. Barely scrapping by with their hard days of ridding. Rain or shine. Sun or snow. Riding as fast as they can through the maze of traffic to deliver the packages on time. A dangerous occupation already, they now had to deal with even more agitated motorized vehicles then before.
A courier, known by the name of U for her excessive use of a U lock on rude drivers and their cars, was seen as the best courier by all the other messengers and dispatchers of the city. No one could ride as fast, swerve as sharp or had the streets memorized quite like U. Her past, unknown.
Legend has it, abandoned in a bike pile outside a bar in the middle of the coldest January the city has ever seen, she was adopted by a roving gang of rat worshiping miscreants. There, a love was forged. A love for bicycles, beer, pizza and a hatred for the SUV’s and all like it.
Each Halloween a major alley cat would be held in the city of Sleepy Cog’O. Messengers and urban cyclists would attend from around the world for their chance at winning. No one honestly knew they could win with U in the race, but it was nice to think so. This particular night was special. Do to changing weather and climate, caused by non other then the motor vehicles and their toxic fumes (and of course the manufacturing process), a strange cold front come from the north engulfing the city in a flurry of snow and wind.
The racers, taking no notice to the weather, took off down the streets. Riders were lit ablaze with a mad spirit of streets and beer. One cyclist went down due to slick crosswalk lines causing another to swerve into a curb cutting of U. In a blink of an eye U flew up and over the curb and into the streets, sliding up against an Escalade to help keep from falling to the ground.
The driver became furious and tried to chase U down. No driver had ever been able to chase down U. No matter how empty the streets or how tired she was, U could not be caught. The driver become more and more aggravated by each passing second and every red light he came to. After 13 minutes of speeding, running lights and cutting off cyclists and cars alike, the driver of the SUV Saw in the distance U turn down a one way street.
“If I can reach the end of the next street before she does, I can block her in with no escape!, then she’ll be sorry.” thought the driver.
He slammed his foot on the gas and around he went. U only yards away from the finish saw a cab opening its back door. In am amazing show of quick thinking she slammed the door shut with her hand propelling her forward toward the green light that was the finish.
With no thought to the size, weight or speed of his over sized vehicle the SUV went careening down the street. With a mix of bad driving and low mechanical maintenance the brake line snapped causing the driver to lose control. Inches from the finishing line the Escalade slammed into U sending her and her bicycle flying into the air.
The body of U was found 60 feet away from the site of impact against the dumpster of a small Chinese Buffet. Her head completely missing and with no evidence of how it happened but the bloody drips off a “BIKE LANE” sign.
Now, every Halloween the headless ghost of U can be seen riding through the streets of the greater Sleepy Cog’O in search of her missing head and to exact revenge on any SUV or motorized vehicle that might get in her way.
Drive safely and share the road… or else
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Definitely a bit spooky.
Glen (FTF) said:Well...
Years ago, upon the cold dark streets of Sleepy Cog’O and the greater Chicago area, a great war raged on. Years of tyranny and control by autocrat drivers where finally being challenged by a new rise in cyclists and other HPV’s.
With the rise in cost of petroleum by products, mainly gasoline, and greater presence of these smaller self propelled vehicles, the driving community became outraged! Drivers sharing their precious lanes of cement and asphalt? Un-heard off. Especially with such insignificant objects as a skate board, roller blades or the “leader” of the rebellion, the bicycle.
Cars, trucks, minivans and the most hoggish, the SUV, saw fit to take action and stamp out the rebel rousers at all costs. Faster and faster, as gas prices rose, so too did the rise in cyclists and with them, the rise in car related bicycle fatalities
No one suffered from this more than the daily bike messengers. Barely scrapping by with their hard days of ridding. Rain or shine. Sun or snow. Riding as fast as they can through the maze of traffic to deliver the packages on time. A dangerous occupation already, they now had to deal with even more agitated motorized vehicles then before.
A courier, known by the name of U for her excessive use of a U lock on rude drivers and their cars, was seen as the best courier by all the other messengers and dispatchers of the city. No one could ride as fast, swerve as sharp or had the streets memorized quite like U. Her past, unknown.
Legend has it, abandoned in a bike pile outside a bar in the middle of the coldest January the city has ever seen, she was adopted by a roving gang of rat worshiping miscreants. There, a love was forged. A love for bicycles, beer, pizza and a hatred for the SUV’s and all like it.
Each Halloween a major alley cat would be held in the city of Sleepy Cog’O. Messengers and urban cyclists would attend from around the world for their chance at winning. No one honestly knew they could win with U in the race, but it was nice to think so. This particular night was special. Do to changing weather and climate, caused by non other then the motor vehicles and their toxic fumes (and of course the manufacturing process), a strange cold front come from the north engulfing the city in a flurry of snow and wind.
The racers, taking no notice to the weather, took off down the streets. Riders were lit ablaze with a mad spirit of streets and beer. One cyclist went down due to slick crosswalk lines causing another to swerve into a curb cutting of U. In a blink of an eye U flew up and over the curb and into the streets, sliding up against an Escalade to help keep from falling to the ground.
The driver became furious and tried to chase U down. No driver had ever been able to chase down U. No matter how empty the streets or how tired she was, U could not be caught. The driver become more and more aggravated by each passing second and every red light he came to. After 13 minutes of speeding, running lights and cutting off cyclists and cars alike, the driver of the SUV Saw in the distance U turn down a one way street.
“If I can reach the end of the next street before she does, I can block her in with no escape!, then she’ll be sorry.” thought the driver.
He slammed his foot on the gas and around he went. U only yards away from the finish saw a cab opening its back door. In am amazing show of quick thinking she slammed the door shut with her hand propelling her forward toward the green light that was the finish.
With no thought to the size, weight or speed of his over sized vehicle the SUV went careening down the street. With a mix of bad driving and low mechanical maintenance the brake line snapped causing the driver to lose control. Inches from the finishing line the Escalade slammed into U sending her and her bicycle flying into the air.
The body of U was found 60 feet away from the site of impact against the dumpster of a small Chinese Buffet. Her head completely missing and with no evidence of how it happened but the bloody drips off a “BIKE LANE” sign.
Now, every Halloween the headless ghost of U can be seen riding through the streets of the greater Sleepy Cog’O in search of her missing head and to exact revenge on any SUV or motorized vehicle that might get in her way.
Drive safely and share the road… or else
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Permalink Reply by Ricardo Cervantes on
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Ghost hunting and bike riding.......count me in! I'll bring my EMF detector and plasma gun!! I have a Haunted Chicago book lying around somewhere. If there's a book out there.....there's plenty of spots to ride to.
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Permalink Reply by Kevin C Dormant on
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Definitely spooky, and I've been scared of the human papillomavirus since the '80's.
jamimaria said:Definitely a bit spooky.
Glen (FTF) said:Well...
Years ago, upon the cold dark streets of Sleepy Cog’O and the greater Chicago area, a great war raged on. Years of tyranny and control by autocrat drivers where finally being challenged by a new rise in cyclists and other HPV’s.
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Just thought I'd bump this. Any update on this possible ride?
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Permalink Reply by Andrew Bedno on
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Hey all, a dozen-ish did a really pleasant ride this season last year past all the ghost bikes. TCL event posting from 2009 Sunday November 8th. We simply stopped at each, told some stories (was lucky to have several really knowledgeable cyclists along), tidied a bit as needed and left a few white plastic roses.
I was thinking we should do it again this year, and was gonna get around to starting some discussion.
I mention 1) In case this is a synergy opportunity. Like, feel free to use the route. Slightly outdated details at http://bedno.com/ghosts
or 2) In case consensus hates the idea, cool, two rides is double fun.
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Permalink Reply by Davo on
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Great ghost story Glen, but Im confused on how the rise of cyclists coincide with the rise of Human Papilloma Viruses
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I am a storyteller, I love haunted/ghost/scary stories and Halloween and I like to specialize in regional stories, myths and lore(scary ones to of course)
But I can't make it AGAIN! too hell with always being busy when something fun is going on :-(
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when could you make it? We haven't yet set a date.
Also, I'd kind of prefer to do a straight up spooky-haunted ride. Ghost bikes certainly have significance, but I'm thinking more along the lines of imaginary terror. We all experience the rear dangers of riding in the streets, and I'd rather have the focus be off of that for a bit.
One idea would be to Maybe do a post Critical Mass ghost hunting ride on the 29th. I'm imaging part urban exploration, part spectral-analysis. It might interfere with some Halloween parties, but I think it could be a pretty good time.
Some ideas of places: On the Northside:
The grounds of the Maryville academy on Montrose, near the lake....a former home to troubled teens...who knows what spirits lie there.
North Park Village: A former Tuberculosis Asylum, now a retirement home. A lot of deaths per acre to be sure.
Bohemian Cemetery-The graves of gypsies will not rest
Central:
The last of the Cabrini Green high rises have been demolished, but at night, people report seeing strange flashes of colors, which match gang colors.
-Fort Dearborn site- Chicago was built on a violent past that still cries out...
That's kind of a start. depending on where the ride starts there could be various locations where we could go.
I also have an Illinois Ghost stories book for other locations.
Glen (FTF) said:I am a storyteller, I love haunted/ghost/scary stories and Halloween and I like to specialize in regional stories, myths and lore(scary ones to of course)
But I can't make it AGAIN! too hell with always being busy when something fun is going on :-(
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