Subject: RE: Mouth Breathers Last year, I was out a few hours before Hurricane Sandy made landfall. Either a large moth, or a small bird flew in my mouth. I don't remember why my mouth was open so wide, but when it went in, the frantic beating of the wings pretty much filled my entire mouth. Perhaps it was looking for cover. Also last year, I had a wasp fly into the vents of my helmet. I could feel it crawling on my scalp. I calmly slowed, unclipped my pedals, gently set my bike down, unclipped my helmet, and proceeded to throw it probably 20 feet or so while running in the opposite direction smacking myself in the head. It was an exciting year. |