A couple of years ago I was cycling through a long and open road near ealing, holding a fair bit of speed. I remember gritting my teeth in lactic heaven, thinking I was a TT god in the making. I then felt a sudden sharp pain on my right shoulder blade. "Fantastic" I thought to myself, "this is a new and interesting cramp I have never felt before, I must be hitting new heights in my training".
I pedalled through it as this is what real men do. However the pain seemed to intensify so I reached around with my hand to investigate. I felt a lump in there, followed by the unmistakeable vibration that only a wasp/bee could produce. Needless to say, as a man who is petrified of these buzzing fucks I had an all out pussy fest, slammed on my brakes, jumped off and ripped my shirt off. A pedestrian just happened to be walking by and I yelped at him and asked him to inspect my back. I don't remember his response, probably due to shock.
And funnily enough, that was the second of such instances that has happened to me, the first involving a bee. I now wear tight jerseys. Never again.
That made me lol!