I WISH I could breathe thru my nose and mouth only when ridin but it aint goin to happen when I'm chasin the boys, or my very favorit fast gals!

I was racing district time trials one year up by Tahoe and on the way back a bee (or wasp) whichever one can sting twice flew down my bra and stung me. Ouch!!!! I quickly got out of my aerobars and grabbed the offending area and tried to kill the bee. I must have just stunned it tho, but I thought I got it. I made it to the finish line dead tired cause the last half of the time trial was into a wicked head wind and I'm all done and happy to be so. So, I'm sitting on the tailgate of my pickup truck minding my own business and wouldn't you know it, the danged bee/wasp stung me again! What audacity!

Without further ado, I ripped off my jersey and killed the little stinging bugger! Never thought about it before, but maybe someone got a thrill out of that! But I certainly wasn't too thrilled with the little bee.