I remember sliding into a car with my bicycle because the road was so slick with them.
They only last a couple days.
Yeppers. A while back I was the third wheel with my buddy and his girl-friend. We’d go out cruisin’ and boozin’ and all the good stuff when you’re 18 to 20. One day I made mention of the event to my buddy.
So off we go to St. Claire Shores and the Jefferson Nautical Mile ‘just to check it out’ he says, with Cindy sitting between us in his 72 Gutless Cutless.
When we got back both of us had bruised shoulders from her punching us because it was SO yucky. We ran out of windshield washer fluid and those bugs where a smeared all over like peanut butter.
THey made a nice crunchy squishy sound when you drove, and stopping at the intersection was akin to stopping in freezing rain.
Yep, them bruises hurt for awhile. We both still smile about that day though.