Got stung by a nasty Bee!!!
#11
Was riding on the highway when a bee got stuck in my helmet straps by my ear. I could feel and hear the little bugger buzzing around tryin to get out, then it stung me on the cheek just in front of my ear.
Hurt like hell, but all I could do was keep ridin and let the pain slowly fade away.
Hurt like hell, but all I could do was keep ridin and let the pain slowly fade away.
#12
I've had bees get hung up in the sleeve of my t-shirt a couple times...but, my best bee story is one I've probably told here before...ya'll just have to suffer thru it again. Many moons ago, I took a ride over to this guy's house that was advertisin a bike for sale. I pull up at the bottom of their rather steep and long driveway, and stop for a minute 'cause they had a biggggg dog at the top raisin all kinda hell at me. I raised up off the seat tryin to get a better look...and, then sat back down...only to be nailed in the **** by sumthin. All of a sudden, the dog seemed inconsequential...and, I rolled on the throttle to the top of their driveway, kicked the stand down, jumped off the scoot clutchin the rear of my jeans tryin to wad up the critter that hit me to keep it from doin it again, and asked the guy in the carport, "I'm here to see the bike, but can I use yer bathroom first?" Much to my surprise, he said yes and told me it was the first door on the left past the kitchen...sooo, I run in thru their kitchen...past his wife who really gave me a funny look as I headed to the toilet clutchin the rear of my jeans...and, into the toilet where I dropped trow and found a yellow jacket. I can only guess that it had been near the top of my jeans, and crawled in when I lifted up off the seat at the bottom of the drive. The folks livin there seemed to relax a bit once I let 'em in on what had happened. Can ya just picture how all that looked to that couple? Better question...would any of ya's have let me into yer bathroom in that scenario?
#15
I've had bees get hung up in the sleeve of my t-shirt a couple times...but, my best bee story is one I've probably told here before...ya'll just have to suffer thru it again. Many moons ago, I took a ride over to this guy's house that was advertisin a bike for sale. I pull up at the bottom of their rather steep and long driveway, and stop for a minute 'cause they had a biggggg dog at the top raisin all kinda hell at me. I raised up off the seat tryin to get a better look...and, then sat back down...only to be nailed in the **** by sumthin. All of a sudden, the dog seemed inconsequential...and, I rolled on the throttle to the top of their driveway, kicked the stand down, jumped off the scoot clutchin the rear of my jeans tryin to wad up the critter that hit me to keep it from doin it again, and asked the guy in the carport, "I'm here to see the bike, but can I use yer bathroom first?" Much to my surprise, he said yes and told me it was the first door on the left past the kitchen...sooo, I run in thru their kitchen...past his wife who really gave me a funny look as I headed to the toilet clutchin the rear of my jeans...and, into the toilet where I dropped trow and found a yellow jacket. I can only guess that it had been near the top of my jeans, and crawled in when I lifted up off the seat at the bottom of the drive. The folks livin there seemed to relax a bit once I let 'em in on what had happened. Can ya just picture how all that looked to that couple? Better question...would any of ya's have let me into yer bathroom in that scenario?
#17
I've had bees get hung up in the sleeve of my t-shirt a couple times...but, my best bee story is one I've probably told here before...ya'll just have to suffer thru it again. Many moons ago, I took a ride over to this guy's house that was advertisin a bike for sale. I pull up at the bottom of their rather steep and long driveway, and stop for a minute 'cause they had a biggggg dog at the top raisin all kinda hell at me. I raised up off the seat tryin to get a better look...and, then sat back down...only to be nailed in the **** by sumthin. All of a sudden, the dog seemed inconsequential...and, I rolled on the throttle to the top of their driveway, kicked the stand down, jumped off the scoot clutchin the rear of my jeans tryin to wad up the critter that hit me to keep it from doin it again, and asked the guy in the carport, "I'm here to see the bike, but can I use yer bathroom first?" Much to my surprise, he said yes and told me it was the first door on the left past the kitchen...sooo, I run in thru their kitchen...past his wife who really gave me a funny look as I headed to the toilet clutchin the rear of my jeans...and, into the toilet where I dropped trow and found a yellow jacket. I can only guess that it had been near the top of my jeans, and crawled in when I lifted up off the seat at the bottom of the drive. The folks livin there seemed to relax a bit once I let 'em in on what had happened. Can ya just picture how all that looked to that couple? Better question...would any of ya's have let me into yer bathroom in that scenario?
I haven't yet ::knocks on wood:: but last fall some of us were riding up in the mountains and my husband was behind me as we took off after lunch and he just suddenly disappears! So I pull over. Wait. Nothing. So I start heading back and find him catching up. Turns out he had a yellow jacket slam dunk down his front behind his jacket and two shirts and proceed to sting the **** out of him right alongside his navel. Said he pulled over in some lady's yard and proceeded to quickly strip from the waist up. No telling what the poor woman thought about that. Poor guy was pissed. I now carry benedryl gel along on rides in addition to the capsules.
#18
LOL!!!!! Not funny, but funny.
I haven't yet ::knocks on wood:: but last fall some of us were riding up in the mountains and my husband was behind me as we took off after lunch and he just suddenly disappears! So I pull over. Wait. Nothing. So I start heading back and find him catching up. Turns out he had a yellow jacket slam dunk down his front behind his jacket and two shirts and proceed to sting the **** out of him right alongside his navel. Said he pulled over in some lady's yard and proceeded to quickly strip from the waist up. No telling what the poor woman thought about that. Poor guy was pissed. I now carry benedryl gel along on rides in addition to the capsules.
I haven't yet ::knocks on wood:: but last fall some of us were riding up in the mountains and my husband was behind me as we took off after lunch and he just suddenly disappears! So I pull over. Wait. Nothing. So I start heading back and find him catching up. Turns out he had a yellow jacket slam dunk down his front behind his jacket and two shirts and proceed to sting the **** out of him right alongside his navel. Said he pulled over in some lady's yard and proceeded to quickly strip from the waist up. No telling what the poor woman thought about that. Poor guy was pissed. I now carry benedryl gel along on rides in addition to the capsules.
#20
TJ great story....
Last year riding the Natchez Trace, with me leading, I spot a swarm ahead. Didn't give it much thought as I figured it was nats or mosquitoes. Turns out to be a swarm of honey bees. A couple samcked me on the t-shirt in the chest area but didn't sting. One critter hit me in the ear and got tangled between my ear and helmet strap. I flicked it out as best I could.
A few miles down the road we stop to put on rain gear wife asks me if I got stung. I told he I did and it was still burning a little. She gave me a glancing look while muttering poor baby....
We finally get to Natchez. Taking off our rain gear and helmets she looks at my ear and says "I see the stinger and it is still pulsating" while scraping it out with her fingernail.
Why didn't you notice that an hour ago, I asked? She's mean I tell ya'.
Last year riding the Natchez Trace, with me leading, I spot a swarm ahead. Didn't give it much thought as I figured it was nats or mosquitoes. Turns out to be a swarm of honey bees. A couple samcked me on the t-shirt in the chest area but didn't sting. One critter hit me in the ear and got tangled between my ear and helmet strap. I flicked it out as best I could.
A few miles down the road we stop to put on rain gear wife asks me if I got stung. I told he I did and it was still burning a little. She gave me a glancing look while muttering poor baby....
We finally get to Natchez. Taking off our rain gear and helmets she looks at my ear and says "I see the stinger and it is still pulsating" while scraping it out with her fingernail.
Why didn't you notice that an hour ago, I asked? She's mean I tell ya'.