Anther time I went riding with another young lady that had a old HD 45. We went down the BRP for a while, and she got a little ahead of me. Neither of us were wearing leather. She had on a tank top, and was rather well endowed. I came around the next corner and she was standing beside her bike with her top off waving it. I stood on the brakes thinking I was about to have a good time, but instead it turning out a bee had gone down between her melons and stung her, and she was trying to get it out. I did offer to help, and pull any stingers out with my teeth.