It has a name: Sleepy Hollow

It took Halloween to inspire a name. A dusty, Sleepy Hollow.

This ride has been to Burning Man and back. Made in San Diego from the back half of my wife's huge trike, The Crusher, and now living in Humboldt County. Riding around on errands a couple days ago, I got woots, waves and a bunch of thumbs up. I guess it's a keeper. Next up, I guess I'll need to make a name plate of some sort. And wash it.

Do you think the cops will count those as lights if I have candles in there?