I found this on another site... It's freekin hilarious the way he described this.
Cant say I ever had a spider in my lid before, but I have had some dust come down in my eye's, wearing my old lid, after it had been in the garage for awhile. Mine I couldnt see for crap there, and was lucky to get off to the side of the road and rub it out.
I was riding down the highway on the way to some backroad twisties when I felt something tingling on my left cheek. I thought it was some stubble catching on the cheek pad in my helmet as it sometimes does, so I use my left had to wiggle the helmet around alittle. The tingling when away.
About 5 min. later it came back, but this time it felt like it was moving. So I wiggled my helmet around again and I felt little hairs on my eye lashes and saw something crawling on the corner of my eye. A MF'ing SPIDER WAS IN MY HELMET. (Now I don't mind bugs, but being upclose a peronal with one right in my eye is another thing.) I must have looked like a damn tard to the on-comming traffic cause I was freaking out on the bike and beating the front of my helmet like I was crazy. I was lucky that I was still on a straight-away cause if I was on the curves I know I would have dumped it. I managed to get to the side of the road and hop off the bike dancing around trying to get my gloves off to get my helmet off. I know I must have looked like Tim Robbins in that movie "Nothing to Lose" when he's dancing around trying to get that spider off his head cause I was doing that same dance. Anyway, I finally get my crap off and in the procces of ripping my helmet off the MF'er bit me on my left cheek right under my eye.
I don't know what kind it was but it wasn't very big, just a little smaller than a penny. I spent the next 15-20 min sitting on the side of the road looking like Rain man intensely searching my helmet for other little bastards or one of those white egg sacks. With my mind put at ease I take off and ride for about 2 more hours on the backroads thinking about how much of a tard I must have looked like.
I get home after the ride ad go to the bathroom to wash my face and hands and also to check out what kind of damage the little bugger did. Now thanks to the little bastard I have a red bump about the size of a little Advil. I don't think I'll keep my helmet in the garage anymore.
About 5 min. later it came back, but this time it felt like it was moving. So I wiggled my helmet around again and I felt little hairs on my eye lashes and saw something crawling on the corner of my eye. A MF'ing SPIDER WAS IN MY HELMET. (Now I don't mind bugs, but being upclose a peronal with one right in my eye is another thing.) I must have looked like a damn tard to the on-comming traffic cause I was freaking out on the bike and beating the front of my helmet like I was crazy. I was lucky that I was still on a straight-away cause if I was on the curves I know I would have dumped it. I managed to get to the side of the road and hop off the bike dancing around trying to get my gloves off to get my helmet off. I know I must have looked like Tim Robbins in that movie "Nothing to Lose" when he's dancing around trying to get that spider off his head cause I was doing that same dance. Anyway, I finally get my crap off and in the procces of ripping my helmet off the MF'er bit me on my left cheek right under my eye.
I don't know what kind it was but it wasn't very big, just a little smaller than a penny. I spent the next 15-20 min sitting on the side of the road looking like Rain man intensely searching my helmet for other little bastards or one of those white egg sacks. With my mind put at ease I take off and ride for about 2 more hours on the backroads thinking about how much of a tard I must have looked like.
I get home after the ride ad go to the bathroom to wash my face and hands and also to check out what kind of damage the little bugger did. Now thanks to the little bastard I have a red bump about the size of a little Advil. I don't think I'll keep my helmet in the garage anymore.
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