A Close One

Motorcycle

Today, while riding my motorcycle in town, I had my face shield up because I was going slow and it was pretty warm.

All of a sudden a wasp – yes, a wasp – flew inside my helmet and landed on my cheek. The little bastard got past the windshield and right on in there. Just as I was going to shift out of “oh shit” mode and into “panic” mode, he flew out without incident. I had no idea how to fix the problem without wrecking and/or getting stung. I was more worried about crashing than being stung by a long shot, though.

It kinda reminded me of when me and my friend Dave years ago were riding our 750 Hondas and he got hit in the chest with a bumblebee. That was quite the painful surprise for them both.