What could it Bee?

Can someone please tell me what it is I've done that has upset the insect community of Beechmont to the point where two bees would commit suicide for no purpose other than inflicting pain on me? Today I was stung by two bees, both of which flew into my helmet to get me in the side of the head. The first sting didn't really present a problem, but the second one managed to inflict some damage. It's still a little sore as I type this twelve hours later, and something I'll watch over the next couple of days. I've only been stung twice in my life previously.



Martin and I had decided on a ride to Binna Burra just for a nice, solid 100km. It was, too, with a maximum height of 780 metres at the summit. This is a fairly familiar ride to me, so I made a point of conserving energy a little early on for the final ascent of Mt Roberts. It was here that a frustrating week came out, where I decided to simply demolish the climb from start to finish. I suppose it's possible a few bees might have been hit by shrapnel, which could explain their aggression today.



One of the things that stood out on the primarily downhill ride home is the difficulty in getting the legs working again over the hills at Gilston. It's basically a psychological issue (because nobody should ever be exhausted after 100km for any reason), a situation where the mental approach softens on the long descent, thinking the job has been done. Gilston's quick hills tend to provide a wake up call. All in all, it was a rewarding ride, but I definitely need a few more kilometres next weekend.