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Heat Out base layers? (long pant, long sleeve, and head cap?)
Check.
Tour Master Flex Pants?
Check.
Tour Master Solution WP Air Road Boots?
Check.
Tour Master Transition Series 3 Jacket?
Check.
Scorpion SG3 Gauntlet Gloves?
Check.
Shoei RF1100 helmet?
Check.
Total exposed surface area of skin?
About 1/4th of an inch on my neck between the helmet chin strap and the top of the mandarin collar of the Transition Jacket.
Cruising with traffic out of downtown Los Angeles last Thursday morning on the 5 fwy at 70 mph.
Lovely day, really.
Then all of a sudden...YEEEEEEOOOWWCH!!!!!
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?!?!
My neck is burning as a red hot ice pick is stabbed and driven into my neck.
What is happening?
PAY ATTENTION TO THE BUSTED UP 5 FWY DAMMIT! There are potholes that will make The Mighty Sarlacc jealous!
*lightbulb*
!@#$%^&* WASP!!!
Then....
YEEEEEEOOOWWCH!!!!!
AGAIN!!!
So I take my left hand and start to swat my neck while trying to keep rubber side down at 70 mph dodging all the craters and crevices on the 5 fwy and providing what must be a fascinating carnival act to all the other drivers on the freeway. (Drivers who inexplicably start to swerve and distance themselves from me -- buncha weirdo drivers - who taught THEM how to drive??? All their swerving is seriously freaking me out.)
Not quick enough.
YEEEEEEOOOWWCH!!!!!
A THIRD TIME!!!
I thought I felt him trying to crawl down the mandarin collar of my jacket. NO NO NO!!! Must end this duel now while I'm still conscious.
Just...enough...energy for... one... last... swat!
Straight to the nearest CVS to get sting ointment. My neck was swollen for three days.
You know, I have to admire the tenacity of the little guy who HARPOONED me THREE TIMES like a hyperactive vampire in an effort to take me down.
So, out of respect for our dogfight, I think I'm going to paint a wasp kill flag on the side of my Stormtrooper Speeder.
I haven't been able to talk about it, yet. No one would understand the traumatic ordeal I just went through (sniff), except you... my fellow brave FZ6R pilots.
Thanks for reading, and for your support.
I don't know when I'll be mentally and emotionally able to ride my beloved 'Speeder agai...ooooooh, look! SUCH a GORGEOUS lazy Sunday afternoon - perfect for a ride on Mulholland!
See ya!!!
Heat Out base layers? (long pant, long sleeve, and head cap?)
Check.
Tour Master Flex Pants?
Check.
Tour Master Solution WP Air Road Boots?
Check.
Tour Master Transition Series 3 Jacket?
Check.
Scorpion SG3 Gauntlet Gloves?
Check.
Shoei RF1100 helmet?
Check.
Total exposed surface area of skin?
About 1/4th of an inch on my neck between the helmet chin strap and the top of the mandarin collar of the Transition Jacket.
Cruising with traffic out of downtown Los Angeles last Thursday morning on the 5 fwy at 70 mph.
Lovely day, really.
Then all of a sudden...YEEEEEEOOOWWCH!!!!!
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?!?!
My neck is burning as a red hot ice pick is stabbed and driven into my neck.
What is happening?
PAY ATTENTION TO THE BUSTED UP 5 FWY DAMMIT! There are potholes that will make The Mighty Sarlacc jealous!
*lightbulb*
!@#$%^&* WASP!!!
Then....
YEEEEEEOOOWWCH!!!!!
AGAIN!!!
So I take my left hand and start to swat my neck while trying to keep rubber side down at 70 mph dodging all the craters and crevices on the 5 fwy and providing what must be a fascinating carnival act to all the other drivers on the freeway. (Drivers who inexplicably start to swerve and distance themselves from me -- buncha weirdo drivers - who taught THEM how to drive??? All their swerving is seriously freaking me out.)
Not quick enough.
YEEEEEEOOOWWCH!!!!!
A THIRD TIME!!!
I thought I felt him trying to crawl down the mandarin collar of my jacket. NO NO NO!!! Must end this duel now while I'm still conscious.
Just...enough...energy for... one... last... swat!
Straight to the nearest CVS to get sting ointment. My neck was swollen for three days.
You know, I have to admire the tenacity of the little guy who HARPOONED me THREE TIMES like a hyperactive vampire in an effort to take me down.
So, out of respect for our dogfight, I think I'm going to paint a wasp kill flag on the side of my Stormtrooper Speeder.
I haven't been able to talk about it, yet. No one would understand the traumatic ordeal I just went through (sniff), except you... my fellow brave FZ6R pilots.
Thanks for reading, and for your support.
I don't know when I'll be mentally and emotionally able to ride my beloved 'Speeder agai...ooooooh, look! SUCH a GORGEOUS lazy Sunday afternoon - perfect for a ride on Mulholland!
See ya!!!
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