Ahhhh, memories.There is a short but steep hill on one of my normal routes that will forever be known as "Bee Sting Hill". I got a bee in my bonnet, stopped in the middle of the hill, and hucked my helmet...into the blackberries. Now that was dumb.
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But I think of it every time I ride that hill!
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There is a short but steep hill on one of my normal routes that will forever be known as "Bee Sting Hill". I got a bee in my bonnet, stopped in the middle of the hill, and hucked my helmet...into the blackberries. Now that was dumb.
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Your story brought back memory of a bee that stung me on top of head through my freaking helmet. Honestly, I couldn't help it but was swerving like a mad woman and yelping and whacking my head. It was not pretty. I DO NOT want to know what drivers were thinking but most slowed down and kept their distance away from me.
