Every been having an ok day? You know a day where nothing's really great or bad, just kinda "errrrr" and the first major thing that happens will determine it's outcome. So it's finally a nice day so i was going to take the bike to work, and the ride in was quick and nice. great weather and apparently most people forgot to take their moron pill cause the drivers weren't to bad. So I pull into work, and all's going well, when I notice something out of the corner of my eye scurrying along the edge of my perception. When low and behold I get to discover that there is a god damn, mother fucking spider in my son of a bitch motorcycle helmet. The worst part about situations like this is knowing that if you freak out like a little girl you'll end up wiping out....but not really caring. I mean in my head I'm trying to rationalize the hospital stay as a vacation...just as long as I kill that little motherfucker dead. Despite my instinctual urge to slay the viscious, huge (did I mention huge...cause it's not like i'd be afraid of a little spider) beast that has tagged a ride, I force myself to concentrate on not testing gravity. Meahwhile, HellSpider (as I'll call him) is ping ponging back and forth along the top of my visor like he's fully aware that I can't touch him. If i open the visor the wind will just hurl him deeper into the netherregions of my helmet where he can entrench himself and spawn more minions from his devil loins. So now I know that I can't do anything about this until I can stop, and I swear to god, he know's it to. He's just sitting there mocking me with his spiderness, running in place and lowering himself down to my nose and back again. I swear he even flicked me off once, I really mean it. I saw that look in his eyes, like he was planning to have babies in my nose, or have his evil, bestial way with my ear canal and not even call the next day or send roses. I was finally able to pull over, and get the damn helmet off before he was able to eat one of my eyeballs out and then crap egg's in the empty socket.....but now I can't stop itching my head and looking into my helmet expecting eye's to be staring back at me.