The Faceless Cyclist....

This again is another true incident.... seen by more than one...

Back a few years to my previous job which involved late starts and late nights... I was told by my colleague who I gave a lift to about the ghostly cyclist...

I poo pooed the whole idea, himself being a cyclist traveling the same route, this guy was just another... but he said, why is he always pushing his bike and has his hand on his face... again I laughed.. he's just tired...

So for a few months he still rode his bike from Notlob to Sale, mentioning that he'd seen the guy again, but then he was knocked off his bike and I began to give him lifts home...

In reality I should have been more opened minded, as I had to travel the A666 from start to finish, pass the same spot where I saw the "Starwars Fight'.

So giving lifts started. Sure enough after a while I caught sight of this cyclist, pushing his bike with his hand on his face...

I regularly saw him when we did our eight hour hour shifts... he'd be in the same spot at 1.45am and I mean the exact spot...

I saw him once further back down the road, but I was 10mins early. But reading this you may think that's not strange....

But the time he was in this spot was also the same when the clocks went forward or back, so when we travel by at 12.45am after the clocks went back he was there and then on our nine hour shift when the clocks went forward he was there at 2.45am.

So after about four months or so of short shifts, we got back onto a nine hour shift and lo and behold, there he was pushing his bike hand to face....

My passenger then turned to me, lets drive passed him... so that's what we did, a sharp right back on ourselves a quick blast down a street and we was there... and so was he....

Both of us wanted something proving... him that there was something wrong with the guy and me that there wasn't... we drew closer and then to his side...

There was something very odd about the guy.... his hand was to his face... my passenger began getting excited.... I looked in the rearview mirror and all I can describe his face as.. is the scream mask... or a bit like the attached photo...

It was very strange and unexplainable, we weren't the only people though to see this guy, he was also seen after I stopped giving a lift to my colleague, by lovely B, a girl who had to travel the A666 too back to a town that was and still is more sinister than the caves in the hills have eyes film....Darren.. as it's know by locals....

It's been a few years now since I left and also.... I don't know if lovely B much travels at that time anymore.... so I don't know if the cyclist is still treading the same patch of road.... hand to his disfigured face for all of time... or really 1.45am, never reaching his destination...

The free contemplating Cheerio.

So who am I? I'm one of the bunch or I was until about 6 months or so ago, when I was released from my bowl prison... my fate to be eaten and turned into energy and poo narrowly averted.

My name's Chaz the lone Cheerio (a name of a cereal that's really saying goodbye and full of oooo's)... I'm currently lying on the wooden floor in an old embroidery factory all on my own, I fell out of the bowl on the way back to the human office... soaked in milk, my escape was heard.. but not seen.

It's quite a miracle to have been here so long, considering the rats and mice that infest this place... so what's my fate to be now?, will I end up in a rodent stomach? or can I continue my thoughts on life, the mysteries of the universe and love, till I turn into dust.

I think my life would be radically different if my original fate had come true... parts of me now would be far and wide combined with different things... including other food stuffs.. or I'd be floating free in a large body of water, or buried in the dark soil..... the possibilities are endless..

I can though now recite Pi or π to it's three thousand decimal point.... forwards and backwards (I'm sure my mobile number is in there somewhere)...

Pi to 3000dp PI 3. 141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944 592307816406286208998628034825342117067982148086513282306647 093844609550582231725359408128481117450284102701938521105559 644622948954930381964428810975665933446128475648233786783165 271201909145648566923460348610454326648213393607260249141273 724587006606315588174881520920962829254091715364367892590360 011330530548820466521384146951941511609433057270365759591953 092186117381932611793105118548074462379962749567351885752724 891227938183011949129833673362440656643086021394946395224737 190702179860943702770539217176293176752384674818467669405132 000568127145263560827785771342757789609173637178721468440901 224953430146549585371050792279689258923542019956112129021960 864034418159813629774771309960518707211349999998372978049951 059731732816096318595024459455346908302642522308253344685035 261931188171010003137838752886587533208381420617177669147303 598253490428755468731159562863882353787593751957781857780532 171226806613001927876611195909216420198938095257201065485863 278865936153381827968230301952035301852968995773622599413891 249721775283479131515574857242454150695950829533116861727855 889075098381754637464939319255060400927701671139009848824012 858361603563707660104710181942955596198946767837449448255379 774726847104047534646208046684259069491293313677028989152104 752162056966024058038150193511253382430035587640247496473263 914199272604269922796782354781636009341721641219924586315030 286182974555706749838505494588586926995690927210797509302955 321165344987202755960236480665499119881834797753566369807426 542527862551818417574672890977772793800081647060016145249192 173217214772350141441973568548161361157352552133475741849468 438523323907394143334547762416862518983569485562099219222184 272550254256887671790494601653466804988627232791786085784383 827967976681454100953883786360950680064225125205117392984896 084128488626945604241965285022210661186306744278622039194945 047123713786960956364371917287467764657573962413890865832645 995813390478027590099465764078951269468398352595709825822620 522489407726719478268482601476990902640136394437455305068203 496252451749399651431429809190659250937221696461515709858387 410597885959772975498930161753928468138268683868942774155991 855925245953959431049972524680845987273644695848653836736222 626099124608051243884390451244136549762780797715691435997700 129616089441694868555848406353422072225828488648158456028506 016842739452267467678895252138522549954666727823986456596116 354886230577456498035593634568174324112515076069479451096596 094025228879710893145669136867228748940560101503308617928680 920874760917824938589009714909675985261365549781893129784821 682998948722658804857564014270477555132379641451523746234364 542858444795265867821051141354735739523113427166102135969536 231442952484937187110145765403590279934403742007310578539062 198387447808478489683321445713868751943506430218453191048481 005370614680674919278191197939952061419663428754440643745123 718192179998391015919561814675142691239748940907186494231961 567945208095146550225231603881930142093762137855956638937787

I've helped construct a spider village for "Seven" the spider disability charity, for the unfortunate spiders who through one reason or more only have 7 or less legs...

We constructed a feeding station for Currant, the paraplegic, he recently lost all his legs in a recent child leg pulling incident, the poor chap is still tramatised and has to have all his food pre-digested.

In my spare time I've have become a fairly decent artist, trying various styles of old masters....

I recently had a show entitled "Homage", the turn out was quite low, Dusty the dust bunny turned up, the humans who past by, including the guy who was going to eat me ignored the free show, but what pleased me best of all the mites had a coach trip to the show and I managed to sell 3 of them.

In June I threw a fancy dress party, where everyone had to come as a superhero, what a night lots of drink and fun, but the following morning, I woke up with Suzi the sugar puff who had been eyeing me up all night, her wonderwoman outfit had my eyes distracted all night, the way it showed off her curves ....mmmmmm

Well we're going steady now... until she's either eaten or brushed away... I can't wait to see what the next few months have in store for me... the free cheerio!