Went for a little ride north today.Within ten minutes a little insect prick flies up into my helmet and stings me under the chin.Ten minutes later another tries to do a better job and stings me not 10mm away from the first.
S'funny,as I was getting ready,I opened the collar of my jacket for a little more ventilation and I thought to myself:"I hope a bee doesn't fly down my neck and sting me."
At least they didn't pump enough venom into me to make me get into those anal philatelic socks you hear about.As is my wont.
I suspect the Buell rider that passed me,just south of Wellsford, the second time I stopped to get the sting out,wondered what I was doing.
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