I took a june bug once (or something about that size). Not too bad. However I once got a bumblebee in the "V" of my opened leather jacket, right at my breastbone. He was stinging away and I was thumping my chest like Tarzan, finally got him to stop.
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Don't ride anymore....Started about 7 YO straddling the seat in front of my dad on his home built Tote Goat. When the Honda 55 came out he abandoned the tote goat for suspension, gears, good brakes, twist throttle. The modle in the pic below looks to be before he put the chains on that kept the forks from falling out of the upper tubes. Didn't want to get "Air" with the fronT wheel.
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Graduated to his Honda 55 when he got a Honda 90 at about 10. We'd load them in the van and drive to the mountains to ride all day. I got dads 90 when he bought a new one, and rode it clear through high school and after, rebuilt it at the small engine course at Utah Trade tech and kept riding until I got the job wrenching it the Honda shop. Bought me a Honda XL 250 and put a tuned pipe and knobby's on right away.
The idler gear on the kick start shaft froze up and stranded me 30 miles from the trailer. Once we got it home I got paid to do the work under warranty...while I had it apart I put a cam in it, stroker crank, ported and polished, and lightened every thing I could in the top end. Had aired and extended travel in the front forks/rear shocks. It out-ran the XL 350s.
I was a trail rider through and through. I only took pavement when necessary and to get to the trails. There were a lot of trails in the foothills and mountains in Utah back then. Wasn't uncommon for me to put 100 miles on a good day ride doing nothing but crossing pavement or just a mile or two. I still had that XL250 when I moved to PDX in '83, but I wasn't going to put the signals back on and pay for insurance. Sold it after a couple of years. I ache when we see the guys on their bikes when were hunting mushrooms out near Browns Camp.
Ramblings!