The nemesis of all bikers, that dreaded winged deliverer of pain, the wasp.

I really thought I might get away with a whole season without a sting. After all, it is September 20th. Then I went through Fort Erie, my personal city of stings. I got a beauty here last year, where the little bugger got me twice before I could gear down, pull over, rip off the helmet and the shirt, and stomp his little ass into the pavement. Always happens right down hwy. 3 where it is four lanes wide, full of businesses and traffic, and of course, gawkers galore!! I must look like quite the sight ripping everything off and standing there gasping and full of adrenaline!

Well, of course, you must of guessed by now that the same thing happened today. Luckily only one sting this time and I crushed the life out of the little ##%&^#% then dumped him out of my shirt ... barely slowing down. He got me right on the ribs, though not so much meat, and the usual tinge and swelling at 10 minutes. But not 10 seconds after I emptied my shirt, I felt the crawling feeling on my neck of another little varmint. Had to do the gear-stop-rip-stomp dance on the side of the highway, yet again!! And this one was a nice fat bumble bee, would of tingled if he got me in the neck! Whew!

I remember when I was young, around the late 70's, I was zipping down hwy 53 in Hamilton, it was more of a country road back then, and something ... bee, wasp, June bug, small bird ??? got me in the windpipe and it was such a whack I had to pull over to get a breath! That was one I will never forget!!

Aaaah, wasps ... gotta love 'em .... love to kill 'em, that is!!