Bee in my bonnet

[imne1]

Yesterday I was riding from Welly to Napier, just after heading out of Paihiatua I ran through some bees and one of them managed to get into my helmet, buzzing around on the visor and crawling on the chin bar. Well I tell you I got to find out just how quick my bike can stop in a straight line from 100ish k, I've never been so glad to have a flip front helmet. I managed to pull over and stop complete with stalling and ripped off the gloves and helmet, although by then the bee it seems was gone. Paranoid for the rest of the trip that it might happen again, I adopted a much more 'hiding behind the screen' riding position.

anyone else had unexpected hitchhikers?

[spookytooth]

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

[Unit:Me]

A rather large bird decided to insert itself in my front fairing of the John Player Norton I had back in the day, gave a real good headshake

[Pedrostt500]

Was riding home the other night just on dark at a reasonable speed officer, had the visor up on the helmet, and had a moth score a direct hit in my left eye ball, made my eyes water I can tell you.

[swbarnett]

I had a bee lodge between my cheek and helmet. Unfortunately their rear end was on my cheek and penetrating. I had a pretty saw cheek for the next half an hour (the helmet pressing on it didn't help!).

[Oakie]

Mrs Oakie and I nearly had a simultaneous bee-strike on Thursday. Cruising just out of Blenheim when we went past some hives at the side of the road that the apiarist was just attending to. Of course the bees were all over the place. We both had our visors up at the time and both had a bee bounce off our faces before manageing to get the visors down. Quick stop 50 metres down the road and lids off for an inspection before we proceeded on our merry way.

Oh yeah, I too have had a direct hit in the eye by a moth. Does make the eyes water somewhat!

[Fatt Max]

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..!

[wbks]

I got a wasp on my face stinging me right as I was pulling up to a turnoff. I got distracted by it and was a little hasty on the brakes so heres how it went: 1)Backwheel working its way side to side like a gp racer in the wet. 2)just about clipping a big ass GMC ute that was on the turnoff. 3) Big GMC guy yelling "wholy fark!" so loud I could hear it over my bike at 12rpm. 4) me stopping right after ripping my helmet off i see this guy looking back at my wondering wtf i was doing...Had to be there moment

[vifferman]

I used to always ride with sunnies on and my visor opened, as I like the fresh air. One morning about 1 minute from home a bee hit my nose. Panic City! Unlike imne1, I didn't have a flipfront helmet, so it was screech to a stop (luckily I wasn't on the motorway!), stop bike, gloves off, helmet undone, helmet off, dislodge bee.
Luckily, it stung me on the tip of my nose, where the skin is thin and there's cartilage underneath, so its stinger didn't penetrate very far. Either that, or it was stunned by colllision with my conk, and carked it before retaliating effectively. Either way, it wasn't too bad. I've had worse - like a bee stinging my hand when I wasn't wearing gloves, or a wasp stinging me repeatedly in the back of the neck when I was working on the farm - that was like being hit in the back of the neck with a 4 by 2!
The most annoying insect invasion though was early one morning near Kaiaua, when Zed and I were on our way to visit Blackbird at his Coromandel mansion. I had the visor open a crack, as it was a bit misty, and a midge and his mate came visiting. I thought, "No probs!", and opened the visor wide to blow them out, just as I flew through a cloud of his cousins.
Ended up with a few in my eyes etc., but eventually they blew out.

Years ago, I was driving near Inglewood and a swarm of bees (thousands of them!) flew across the road, completely obliterating themselves on the windscreen. It was a hell of a job trying to get the screen clean with the wipers and washers. I'd hate to encounter that on a bike!

[Duke girl]

I got stung by a bee on my arm while riding as it was a stinken hot day 38 degrees and I decided to unzip my jacket at the sleeves to allow a little air in. Big mistake that was as a bloody bee decided to fly in and bite the crap out of me. I have never stopped a bike so quick in all my life and jumped off as fast as i did ripping my jacket off me trying to get the dam thing out. After doing so within 2 mins my arm had sweeld up and gone red. The pain was unbearable and my arm felt like it was on fire. I manged to walk into the closest house of where it happen and the kind people there ended up taking me to the local hospital were i was treated for the bee sting and had to spend the next few hours in their where they kept an eye on me incase I had a n elergic reaction the the medication they were giving me. I can truely say that was the last time I have ever ridden with my jacket unzipped, as that is 1 experience I never what to go thru ever again. Bee stings are dam nasty.

[Okey Dokey]

Yes, another story of a close encounter of the bee kind. I had one strike my neck while riding in Marlborough. I was surprised at how much the impact of a small insect hurt!

I was more surprised when I got home about 20 minutes later to see that the stinger was stuck in my neck!! No wonder it hurt. I guess I can't blame the bee for stinging when I hit him at over 100k, but damn he must have been quick to get it in my neck before he died.

Just as well I'm not allergic to their venom as some folks are.

[rottiguy]

Got a wasp stuck under my chin strap one day, little bistard stung me a few times before I could stop and give it the what for, I was on the way to an out of the way place so got a bit worried about my neck swelling up to elephant man proportions but all seemed ok in the end. I usually ride with my visor only open and inch or so these days, unless I'm going 50ish, me no like the owies

[Trumpess]

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..!

Holy crap!! .... Toooo funny
Though it most definately wouldnt have been at the time!
You are such a brave soul!

[imne1]

fun stuff huh :-D . Looks like the bike took several direct bee hits too, pollen/wax streaks all over, bastard of a thing to wash off but dishwash & hotwater worked eventually.

[fireball]

a couple of nights ago heading home from work just on dusk and had the tinted visor on so was trying to get home before impending doom of darkness on country roads, had my visor open a crack (i too like frsh air) was riding along minding my own, when i got nailed by a swarm of bugs, lucky for me i was on a straight bit of road as my left eye was full of bug mash, as some of you know i only have one eye so emergency breaking while blinded by a wartery eye in almost dark while swearing and wondering if the road was going to end in a ditch, was a whole lot of fun
thats the last time i ride at dusk