As covered up as I am whenever I ride, somehow a bee of some sort hit me in the sliver of the neck that wasn't covered by the jacket's mandarin color and the helmet's base, crawled down to my chest and stung the living shit out of me. I was slapping and punching my torso trying to kill that fucker while keeping control of the motorcycle. By the time I stopped and pulled over, my chest was throbbing with pain, I opened up the jacket and shirt to find a big welt and smeared bee parts.
And then there was this one time when a bird impacted my right shoulder and nearly threw me off the damn bike.
Almost makes me want to turn into a cager.
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Cogito Ergo Vroom - I think therefore I ride
 
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