Left Brain was golfing and had the car, so I took my trusty little scooter, Harley Worth-It, into town to meet with some friends for lunch.
With all the rain we've had lately there is a plethora of insect life at the campground. Our helmet does not have a face guard and it's amazing even at only 25 mph how much those bugs can hurt when they smack into your face. It's even worse at higher speeds.
But the pain of impact is only one part of it. I'm starting to understand why bikers in general don't smile much. I thought it was just part of the tough biker image. But while zipping along on an electric blue scooter, it's really hard to look tough.
You need to understand that I love to talk to myself. I talk to the cats, to Left Brain, to anyone that will listen. But some of my favorite conversations are with myself. Maybe it's because I win most of my arguments. Not all of them, but most.
I also love to sing and especially while driving. So here I am, chatting away to the birds, turtles and whatever while on the scooter when a bug of some unknown species smacked me in the mouth. And I mean IN the mouth. I was so shocked that I swallowed before I knew what happened.
Thankfully there was no bite or sting, so there wasn't any pain involved; just the unpleasant image of some large insect going through my digestive tract.
If this develops further, I may have return to my dollmaking and fashion up some kind of dummy to work with.
Long Live the Queen of Dummies