Bee strike!
Lovely summer's day, country road, can see for miles = pulled over to enjoy the view, visor up. (OK, view schmiew, I was letting a couple of car's pull out of sight so I could attack a really nice bit of road!)
So, I pull away into the opening straight (visor still up), crank it open and go to slam the visor... it kind of went into slow-mo from there.
As I'm closing the visor a speck heads straight for me, rapidly identifying itself as a huge fuzzy bumble bee - slamming into my cheek just as the visor slams shut.
What felt like ten minutes of crosseyed goggling from me, I suddenly realise I'm into the turns with this bee crawling across the bottom of my visor.
I swear I could make out every little hair on that fat body, as well as the sting.
I just couldn't take my eyes off it, yet still managed to pull over, stop and carefully remove my crash helmet all without seeming to actually move my head.
As soon as it was past my ears I threw the thing so hard onto the verge that it struck a rock and put a fecking great dent in it.
I felt I sat there for an hour waiting to see this bee finally lazily fly out and over the hedge.
Result = new crash helment required and now I'm not fussed, bees, wasps, whatever, they can crawl on me anytime. I've had my baptism of fire.
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