I remember wearing an open face helmet a number of years ago and hitting a bee. The damn thing shot down the side of the helmet and into my ear
Quite impressive how quick I managed stop and whip that helmet off. I didn't get stung or anything, but it's one those moments I still remember quite clearly.
The views expressed above may not match yours - But that's the reason my Dad went to war - wasn't it?
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, .... but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out,... shouting "man, what a ride"!!!
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