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Ghost Rider

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Put your spooky tale of motorycle lore right here.

This morning I went across the Belton dam at 0500-ish. Spooky enough to be up at that hour with night time critters on the road, but it was the fog as it whisped across the road in steady waves at headlight height, that gave me pause. It was the creepy graveyard fog so famously depicted in horror films. I spotted the buck crossing the road up ahead, no biggie. As the buck went out of sight it dawned on me; where was all the military traffic for Fort Hood? I found myself being the only vehicle on the road. I rolled to a stop for the intersection. Putting a foot down, I suddenly felt vulnerable. I must have watched too many Creature Feature matinees as a kid, for I promptly picked my foot back up and moved out smartly. Just the right amount of excitement to usher in Halloween. This got me thinking that plently of TWTEX members must have a spooky tale to tell. Don't leave us hanging...
 
How about the time I came around a corner in the forest and had a motorcycle cop on the wrong side of the road not paying attention to where he was riding? Does that count?
 
One time in Glacier National Park I saw two deer cross the road about 50 yards in front of me and something told me to stop, as soon as I put my foot down two mountain lions bounded across the road chasing them. :eek2: That was spooky too me!
 
Hmmm, a sixth sense and a wrong way motorcycle officer. :popcorn: Either one would qualify as an eerie moment.
 
BornAgain said:
Did you leave any skid marks :rider:
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No, but he did when he locked up the rear wheel of the *** harley and about lost it. I calmly went wide into the other lane and then pulled over behind him. Turns out he was escorting a wide load but was so far ahead of the other escorts I didn't see the oversize load until I was past him. Stopped and told the other officer that he needs to tell the "idiot up in front" to keep his eyes on the road.
 
I've got one that sounds like an old-wife's-tale.
Riding one evening with my wife in the Trinity River bottoms area and rode by two young girls on foot on the dark side of the road. I didn't see a car and thought they might be in trouble.
Made a U-turn and headed back and my wife got pissed! She thought I was going to their rescue just because the girls were dressed kinda hot! She kept telling me it was a trap.
It didn't take me a few seconds to whip around (ZX-9 moved pretty good), but when I did, the girls were gone.
We made several passes up and down the road and never saw them again. It was weird to me because there are no houses in the area we were riding.
Later thought I had imagined it, but my wife kept reminding me that she saw them too....
she was pissed for a week!
Happy Halloween!
 
Riding the Cherohala Skyway solo. Fog below me in the passes and sometimes covering the road. Thick fog like torn cotton sheets. Didn't bug me until i realized I hadn't heard or seen any other traffic in a looong time...

I felt very alone in the world. Exhilarating and lonely at the same time.
 
Oh, cool! Cortisol stories.

Nothing will make you feel spookier than crossing an ocean in a smallish sailboat alone, moonless night, becalmed before the squall line you've been watching catch up to you the past 8 hours before the sun set. Ghost ships in the clouds. Maybe not always spooky, but you'll sure feel small and insignificant. as the winds pick up and the rain starts falling.
 
Resurrection Time!

I was taking a ride along a single track trail that follows a bayou west of Houston, and it was a hot 95 degrees. As I casually tooled along sweating buckets, I saw a figure walking the trail some distance ahead and thought, "Hmmm, it is unusual to see someone out here, this far from houses, in the heat of the day, walking this trail." As I passed the figure walking the opposite direction, I noticed is was a very old woman with long white hair, wearing a long, flowing, white dress, and using a long wooden walking stick resembling a staff. It did not register how odd that was for a few more seconds and rounded a bend. I remembered my grandfather had recently passed away from Alzheimer disease and began to get concerned that this woman was lost. I mean, come on, miles from any houses, hot as ****, and walking down the bayou?

I u-turned and headed back down the trail at a quick clip to see if she needed help. As I rounded the bend and beyond, there was no old woman to be seen. To set the stage, on my right is the bayou with flowing water about 15 feet wide and on my left is deep, swampy woods that no one would walk through, except maybe Navy Seals on a mission. There were no trails I could find cutting through the woods a mile in either direction.

Where did she go? Whom was she? Why was she out there?
...queue Twilight Zone theme song...
 
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Read Hebrews 13:2 in Bible. I had an encounter and what appeared as a she spoke to me and brought peace. It was as real as anything, then gone. I didn't realize what had happened till later.
Some thing's don't need to have a instant clear understanding. It may become clearer with time.
 
I was coming out of Bellville Tx. on 529. I was in the middle of the bridge crossing the Brazos River. Looked to my right and saw a large silver triangle shaped aircraft off in the distance. It appeared to be suspended in place. In the blink of an eye it was gone. Not very spooky but it's something I can't explain. kenray in Katy.
 
I ride a lot at night, so critters don't scare me. But fog, fog does. Not for any of the practical reasons it should - lower visibility, increase chances of collision with an object or getting hit - no, none of that. It's the spooky factor of fog. Often in the dark hours before sun up the fog covers the roadway near the low water crossings. Going through the foggy sections the temperature is cold, which is science I think. But something about riding through it grabs me. The first time was one night on 482 I went through the section near the old church, the fog was so light and wispy I didn't see it coming, I was surprised, like when you walk through a spider web. But I got the creeps as soon as I realized what I rode through. The chills hit hard and I didn't look back, I gunned it. I got that feeling like something was reaching for the back of my neck trying to touch me, you know that feeling. The one when you're a kid and you turn off the light and you try to run to bed before it gets you, It was that. The following times I've gone through that section, everything is fine, no creeps, but that night...
 
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