The mad bumblebee

at fifty-five miles an hour, whatever it was slammed into me like a pebble fired from a slingshot. My shoulder jerked, my hands tightened around the handlebars, and the motorbike jerked beneath me. For one terrifying second, the whole road jerked a tiny bit. At that point, I’d decided it was a hummingbird or a large bumblebee. I arrived home and was shocked to see what had been done to my face and head (true story), and I did wear eye protection after that, and a face guard

RIC