Bee in my bonnet

[Gubb]

I see your bee, and raise you a pigeon.

[gijoe1313]

Crikey this is a hive of posts that are starting to bee-come scary! My one is those dang big bumblebees, was doing the coro one fine day and coming over the brow of a hill and *phwack* great big sludge in the middle of the visor ... slow down and over the brow and down into a turn and still thinking ...

Crikey, bugger, feck ... squinching up the eyes trying to look past the gobbed up bits (I read from other posts ... "Don't feck'n wipe it whatever you do!")

Just as the heart rate is coming down, another turn to make and slowing the bike down ... *phwack* ... it's kamikaze cousin impacted on the only clear bit left!

Fortunately, bled off the speed, lifted the visor, find a nice spot to pull over doing all of a CT110 mail speed drop off (I was bracing for the 3rd *phwack* to come). Damn those bumblebees can half give you a scare! Sounds like someone bouncing a duck off the back of the helmet!

Kamikaze Bumblebees ... best to avoid if in attack formation ...

[Headbanger]

Me old mate was crankin the Shovel through the Waikato when he had a wasp wedge itself into his open face helmet and sting him, By the time he had pulled her down from a great rate of knots the alergic reation had set in and he blacked out, resulting in a low speed crash.

A couple of cars stopped, as so often seems to the case in these stories one of the first cars to stop had a nurse onboard.( I have another mate who had a car pull in front of him on the open road, the driver hapopend to be a nurse and she saved his life) anyway, she put two and two together, found his adrenaline kit, Pumped it into him and saved his life.




I myself was hit in the chest by what I think was a sparrow, I saw it coming from a long way off, By the time it struck me I was convinced it waould rip through me and explode out my back. Instead it merely bounced off, not even a bruise.

[mattsdakar]

In another life I was a Motorcycle courier in London
One day I was happily flying up Camden High Street with my visor open when got hit in the face by a pigeon which lodged itself across my face unable to get away. I was completely blinded and doing about 60kmph in a busy street with lots of pedestrians. Real soil the undies experience, quickly took my hand off the gas and ripped the bird away by the wing!

[scumdog]

yep and having a wasp crawling inside my visor a inch from my eyes made me stop in a hurry

The disadvantage of fingerless gloves is there is no cuff to stop bees rocketing up your jacket sleeve.

So apart from being stung a few times I've ridden for about 10km with a bee up my sleeve that slowly worked its way up my arm to my shoulder area....(most awkward as it was my right arm) waiting...waiting..

I eventually stopped, punched the hell out of my right shoulder area and shook out a stunned bee.

[jrandom]

I've been stung on the neck twice, once when pootling along Tauhara Rd in Taupo minding my own business (bee, I think, hurt like a motherfucker), and once in a downhill series of 35kph corners on SH22 (wasp - hurts a lot less).

Both times I wasn't sure what had happened, first thought was that I'd caught a road chip in the neck from a vehicle ahead, but after a few seconds as the pain grows you realise that, no, that wasn't the case.

The little bastards hit hard and fast, don't they?

The one on SH22, I started doing a mad slappy-dance on the bike trying to kill whatever had landed in my collar. Stopped a way down the road and checked, couldn't find anything, then a couple hours later when we'd finished the ride someone pointed out the dead wasp stuck in my chest hair.

[Big Dave]

Awwww - de poor little KBers is scared of de bees. How cute. :-P

[nodrog:Me]

you guys are all n00bs!

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[ynot slow]

A wasp down the back of jacket 20yrs ago,stung between shoulder blade.

[Big Dave]

Removing the stings is also a real valid reason to carry a leatherman or similar sharp implement on your belt.

[gijoe1313]

Removing the stings is also a real valid reason to carry a leatherman or similar sharp implement on your belt.

You sure it ain't s'ya can say "that ain't a knife mate..."

[Fatt Max]

In another life I was a Motorcycle courier in London
One day I was happily flying up Camden High Street with my visor open when got hit in the face by a pigeon which lodged itself across my face unable to get away. I was completely blinded and doing about 60kmph in a busy street with lots of pedestrians. Real soil the undies experience, quickly took my hand off the gas and ripped the bird away by the wing!

Fack, how long ago was that mate.

I used o knock around Camden many years ago and am sure I saw a Pigeon on a motorbike once....maybe that was you

Fecking great story mate.....

[Hitcher]

I've had bees caught in my helmet between the foam padding and my ear. Despite wearing earplugs, I've still thought they were going to crawl into my head.

My only sting was on my cheekbone while riding into the Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado. Ouch.

[1 Free Man]

F**k yeah,

Dont mind admitting that my phobia is bees and wasps, absolutely 'Brown Pants' scared of 'em.

One got in my lid one morning on the way to work. I was on my faithful Jog CV50 doing....ooh.....all of 35Km's (weight issue you see) when fecking buzzy the bee appears in front of me going flat knacker mental cos he is stuck in a confined space with a fat bastard who has the breath to prove that a chicken vindaloo and 12 lagers stinks like buggery the next morning...

Yes, and I got such a fright that the botty muscles relaxed somewhat and I popped a nugget there and then right out of my rusty sherrifs badge on Chapel Road...!

So, now I have a bee in my lid and a poop in my pants on a busy road at 8.30am in the morning. I manage to pop my visor up but not before the black n yellow bastard had stuck his arse spear in my cheek. I was screaming like a demented chimp and had to pull into some unsuspecting dudes driveway and check myself over.

Now, imagine this porr mans surpirse when he opens his back door to see a fat bastard with his scooter on it's side (engine still running, luv them 2 strikes), pants round his ankles and roaring at the top of his voice the words "Fuffin hell, my fuffin mowf, my fuffin mowf....."

He duly told me to fuff off out of his driveway before he called the cops. I rode the last 5 ks to work with a nasty smelling Richard The Third still clinging to the rainforest that is my arse hair and my face looking like I was chewing a space hopper.

Got to work, dumped the 'Crusty Demons' in the nearest bin and went commando for the rest of the day. If I ever see that winged bastard again I'll.......

Thats my bee story...I hate them..!

You have a wonderful grasp of the english language my man. very descriptive.
LOL