Get home, take off your helmet, go into the bathroom and discover not one, not two, but three dead, dried-sweat-encrusted gnats* lodged in your eyebrows.**
I’m having a hard time deciding what is worse, the fact that there were gnats stuck in my eyebrows, or the fact that my eyebrows can foster so many gnats.
*I rode through a gnat swarm on Cliff Drive on my way home tonight. I didn’t wreck in that spot where I wrecked the week before last–I knew to slow down and hit it straight on. I did fishtail a little bit, however. Clay mud–SUCKS.
**I also had gnats stuck in my hair and sweat-glued to my arms and neck. Yuck, double yuck, and triple yuck. Also, ew.