ok, another story.
a small group of us were riding along one summer afternoon when Hardy B suddenly pulled to the side of the road, tore his helmet off and threw it on the ground. He was wiping his face and cussing. Said a stink bug had splattered itself on his face. I thought he was over-reacting a bit. Stink bugs stink but not that bad, right?
About a year or so later I'm tooling along a country road, face shield up. A bug hits my face and instantly i'm enveloped in the foulest smell ever. I mean ever. This bug must have been gorging on rotten roadkill topped with cow manure. The odor had staying power too. some of the goo got on the cheek liner of the helmet where it wafted across my nose all day. I immediately remembered Hardy carrying on about his stink bug and thought, 'yeah, it is that bad!'
More in line with the OP query; I once unknowingly rode thru a cloud of some type of stinging insects, some of which got up my sleeves and stung me on my upper arms and back. Left red welts. When a girl at work saw them, she said she would never ride a m/c if that's what happens!
gina