So I was out this morning doing a 50+ mile ride around Monmouth County, and somewhere around 2 hours in I was on this back road riding with my mouth open. Out of the corner of my eye, almost in slow motion, i notice a back blob coming ever so closer right at my head level as I was cruising around 21mph. Before I could even react, I felt said blob (still did not know what kind of bug it was) in my mouth. I immediately reached in to find said blob, searching with my gloved fingers to remove the offender. At the same time, this said offender was fighting like hell to find a way out of the wet, moist cave it just flew into.
I thought we came to an agreement as I found it and tried to usher it out. Apparently I was mistaken and our lines of communication were crossed. As I was pulling this guest from my mouth, it had the nerve to sting me on the inside of my lower lip. That little bastard 😉 At least I knew what it was now.
We parted ways, agreeing to disagree on our brief but torrid relationship, both licking our wounds, literally, to live and fight another day.
Got me thinking...what bee experiences have you encountered while riding?
I thought we came to an agreement as I found it and tried to usher it out. Apparently I was mistaken and our lines of communication were crossed. As I was pulling this guest from my mouth, it had the nerve to sting me on the inside of my lower lip. That little bastard 😉 At least I knew what it was now.
We parted ways, agreeing to disagree on our brief but torrid relationship, both licking our wounds, literally, to live and fight another day.
Got me thinking...what bee experiences have you encountered while riding?