So Going to the Sun road is how I earned my first cycling shirt. It’s yellow and blue and green and says “Going to the Sun” on the front and “Glacier Cyclery: Glacier National Park” on the back. Technically I’m sharing it and another with the Judge, but I think the “Going to the Sun” one is cooler so I’m thinking of it as mine.
As I noted yesterday we peeled back layers as we ascended the mountain. At the top we piled them on again before starting down, and I made sure to zip two of my shirts pretty high so my chest wouldn’t have the cold wind rushing against it. Apparently this was a good plan but not well enough executed, because when we were almost at the bottom a big black bug flew into the shirts.
At first I thought I could just leave it alone and let it find its own way out. I’d opted for a sports bra and there wasn’t much moving around space inside my shirt so I figured the bug would quickly realize he was in hostile territory and leave. I did not account for the fact that when bugs with stingers decide they’re in hostile territory they begin stinging.
I slammed on the brakes and skidded over to the side of the road, where I started stripping off one layer after another and screaming, “Help! Get it out! Help!”
SB was too far down the mountain ahead of us to hear but the Judge stopped her bike and started running up toward me. My various shirts – I must have worn seven or eight – dropped around me and passing cyclists came close to crashing as they tried to figure out what the crazy lady pulling shirts off over her helmet and screaming had in mind. Finally I got down to just my short-sleeved long underwear layer and the Judge helped me flush the thing out through the bottom of my bra.
I sustained two stings to the left breast.
Here’s the good thing about my cycling shirt: it zips all the way up to the neck and all the way down to the waist.
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