Do insects count?
I just remembered a funny and embarrassing incident when I was a kid about a hundred years ago...
I was always into the fast jap bikes, and a few Nortons, Triumphs, even an old Beemer R65 for a time, but I've never owned a Harley. Some of my friends did, though, and one particular older buddy of mine was always bugging me to get one. He said the chicks loved 'em, and it would improve my social life. He had a chopped Panhead that he was real proud of, so I was suprised that he offered to let me borrow it for the weekend... he swore I'd get one for my own once I experienced all the girls that would throw themselves at me.
So there I was cruising down main street about 45mph in a small town in Ohio named Lisbon... no helmet, bandanna on my head, aviator sunglasses, and greasy jean jacket with the sleeves cut off. Well sure enough, three cute girls walking down the sidewalk turned at the sound of those pipes and smiled, waving at me.
Of course I waved back and gave them a big smile. At that moment a huge junebug hit me right in the teeth.
For those of you that don't know what a junebug is, it's a really big round flying beetle about the size of an acorn, with a really hard shell. When this thing hit me in the mouth it almost broke my front teeth, but instead it smashed open and burst, giving me a mouthfull of slimy bug guts and pieces of wings and legs. It took me completely by suprise! I started choking and trying to spit the disgusting mess out and forgot to watch where I was going... I looked up just in time to see the back of the parked car before I ran into it, sending me over the bars and sprawling onto the trunk.
After I slid off and picked myself up, I looked across the street and the girls where laughing their asses off. I looked at the bike and the springer front end was a mess... one spring was hanging off and the forks were bent back at a 45-degree angle. I was just bruised up a little, more embarrassed than anything else.
I called my buddy and he came with his pickup. It took me 3 months working at the gas station pumping gas and doing oil changes to pay for a new front end and other damage on the Harley.
I was only about 17 years old, but I can still taste that freaking junebug to this day. Needless to say, I've always worn helmets with face shields since then, and I never did buy a Harley.