Doing the parking lot wasp dance
Last week, while riding the trusty S, a small wasp flew up the loosened wrist cuff of my jacket. I could feel this guy "just going to town" with real attitude on my right arm. I quickly pulled into a local post office parking lot, and ripped off my jacket like a madman, all the while dancing around like I was having a serious "Woodstock quality" drug flashback halucination, and muttering damnable curses on the entire phylum of arthropods.
When I looked up, several people were staring at me. I can't blame them, it must have been a comical sight.
The wasp? He flew out of may jacket without a scratch, but of course! My arm is just about back to normal. I suppose that I got off lightly....it was a typical warm Florida day and I was riding with the helmet visor half up. If that little fella had hit me in the face......YOWZA!