palerider
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Oh, yes. Love Bugs! No one has ridden through a swarm of bugs until they've ridden through a swarm of Love Bugs! A writhing mass of bugness in a ginormous, black ball floating six feet above the blacktop as you come around a curve. You can actually feel the drag as you smack through tens--maybe hundreds--of thousands of pairs of fornicating flyers filling every available surface and crevice and crack and cranny with bug guts (and for all I know, bug come) so that the world turns dark from the body parts and the bug blood that enshrouds your face shield. Oh, yes. Love Bugs! You ain't truly been bugged 'til you've been truly Love Bugged!A couple of years ago I had a 5 minute job to do in Fort Myers from West Palm Beach. Coast to Coast, Straight Line on SR80.
Didn't notice it was Love Bug Season when I took off. When I got Home I couldn't See Through the Windshield. NOT KIDDING!!
There was a 1/4 inch Thick layer of Dead Bugs. Took me FOREVER to get them Off. I Started right away. Didn't want any Paint Stains. No Stains But, IT SUCKED!!
It Ruined a Cortech Black Denim Riding Jacket. I never got all the Bugs off of it after 3 Dry Cleanings. I Tossed it! That SUCKED Too! :bye2:
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