I generally try to ride the bike to work whenever it's nice (read: not raining; I'll ride when it's 100 degrees or below freezing). My "interesting" week started on Thursday when I was riding home from work on Reserve. I figured I had enough juice to get me to the gas station by my house. Well, I underestimated that, and ended up running out of gas.
I was on a hilly road with one lane in each direction during rush hour.
I first called my wife, who was about 45 minutes away visiting family, so I called my only friend in the area (I just moved to SE PA) who fortunately came to my rescue with a gas can, after sitting on the side of the road for some time. I guess it beat waiting like 3 hours for AAA.
I was going to be traveling all this week for work, so I figured I'd treat myself to a ride on Saturday morning before I left and enjoy the beautiful weather we were having. I did a quick 100 miles or so up 611 along the Delaware River and Delaware Canal, upon the recommendation of a co-worker who takes that route up to the Poconos. Excellent ride, tons of great scenery and other motorcyclists out enjoying the same.
As I'm heading home, probably less than 10 minutes from my house, I'm doing about 50 down a windy back road with 2 cars behind me. Suddenly I feel this sharp pain on my left forearm, and think I'm being stung by something.
I start flailing and wacking my arm, trying to stop it. I abruptly swerve to the side of the road as the pain intensifies, jump off the bike, and start stripping off my leather jacket. A freakin yellow jacket somehow flew up the sleeve of my jacket and was stinging my arm!
I've ended up spending most of the past week with my inner forearm swolen and ridiculously itchy from my wrist all the way to my elbow. :'(
That's my story. I hope you got a laugh.
But I still can't wait to get back on the bike when I get home tomorrow.