Sting, Stung., Swelled, Swolled,

Rode at Boyce on the Mamasita. Trails were bone dry and the legs felt good. I would love to write more about how good the ride was, but 3 miles into my 13.7 mile ride I got stung by some mother fornicator of a bee/wasp/hornet/buzzing bat, etc., etc., M-F'er went right through my glove and all the way to the bone of my thumb's knuckle. There was pain. There was cursing. There was 10.7 miles left to ride!!

I have not doubt in my mind that whatever stung me did it out of shere hatred of me. It was done SO on purpose! I could hear the mocking in the buzzing as it fled. This was like a suicide bomber insect. I may report this as a hate crime. I shit you not.

I'm kidding of course. It wasn't all that bad and luckily the sting was on my left hand and Boyce Park is a very 1x9 friendly area. So all I had to worry about was my front braking. The pain went away, but the swelling was setting in. A few hours later and THIS is what I'm dealing with...

One hand that looks like an old man/decomposing corpse and another one that looks like a freaking flesh bubble. The picture doesn't do it justice. I'm not allergic to bee stings, but I have to say I've never really had a reaction like this before. I blame Wifey. Not sure why? I just do. Seriously, I've never had a reaction like this, but to bee honest (dig the pun??) I'm not sure if it's a bee sting or not. I felt the sting, THEN heard a buzz. But then the sound of my own voice screaming obscenities filled the air.

Oh, what the hell, it's just a insect bite. You play in the woods enough, this shit happens. The ride was good and, the trails were fast. I'm getting a bit more used to the Maxxis Cross Marks. At least I'm getting used to how freaking fast the roll in dry conditions!

Time to get some more ice.

Later.