Quote Originally Posted by climbergirl View Post
+1

Spring near the Mississippi River means that my last couple of evening rides have involved plowing through storms of gnats, head down, mouth firmly closed, and STILL coming home with the things in my ears and nose and hair and cleavage and squished all over my sweaty skin.
ah yes, we call that being human fly paper.

I had a bee get into my cleavage ( that will teach me to ride with my jersey unzipped a little) crawl into my bra cup and bite me right on the nipple. I took an interesting off route detour through the long grass while trying to get the stupid thing out of my bra, the spent another half hour with the last icecube from a friends drink bottle strategically tucked while I pulled grass from the tires, crank, derailleur etc. Hurt like the dickens for a couple of days and swoll up a bit but at least the bee died!

Don't want to repeat that again!