I usually get it at least once per year. Had them up my short sleeve shirt a few times, in the biceps twice but the one that really got my attention was up my pants leg. I had my feet up on my hiway pegs, my pant legs were somewhat puffed out due to all the air flowing up them. Then the little bastard got me. I had my wife on the back so I had to keep it together. I grabbed a bunch of pants trying to stop/kill the thing but I must have missed. I figured this out as soon as he nailed me again. This time farther up my leg, the little bugger was moving north and I was still trying to slow down. It took everything I could do to stop the bike safely and keep the SOB from getting to the jewels. When the wife asked what was wrong I was to busy jerking my pants down on the side of the road trying to get rid of my new hitcher. He hit me 4 times and I think would have done more if I hadn't stopped him. I can still picture the little girl looking out the back window of her family's car as they drove by me with my pants down around my ankles and me swatting at that bee. I get cold sweats just thinking about it.