Those fuckers can travel at the same speed as a (tired) rider on the uphills - which suddenly appear at this point - and bite through lycra. The only respite is when the air displaced by a passing truck washes them off for a minute or so, until they regroup and come back.
I never found out if they are called march flies because they come out in March or what
March or Horse flies? I don't know the difference but I go caned by those big, fast bastards in TransAm. I still wonder if their bites didn't somehow contribute to my ankle/shin tendon dramas.
Omar now in the Land of the March Fly.
Those fuckers can travel at the same speed as a (tired) rider on the uphills - which suddenly appear at this point - and bite through lycra. The only respite is when the air displaced by a passing truck washes them off for a minute or so, until they regroup and come back.
I never found out if they are called march flies because they come out in March or what