I know it's not really a bike, but it reminds me of an unfortunate encounter. Last year, I did the MS Tour Scenic Mountain Challenge here in East Tennessee. On the second day, as I was checking out of my hotel, a was flew up to me, landed on my nose and stung me right between the eyes. You know that part of your nose near the top where your sunglasses rest? Yeah, it sucked. So that made my 75 miles so much more pleasant that day. Anyway, I saw these guys yesterday and they reminded me of that punk wasp. And, yes, if you're wondering - he died.