Bugs...in early summer 1972 (it might have been 1973?) I rode from central Illinois to central Missouri to visit my brother so we could ride some of the coolest bike roads Missouri has (had?) back then. It was the "Year of the Locust hatch" in Missouri, and they were everywhere, and about 3" long. On the way home I was buzzing fast up Hwy 63, down to the left peg, and when I was coming up I ran right through a road-level swarm of the monsters. I entered the stream of them at just over 60 MPH and held steady, but the bike was slowing and the Vetter windshield became opaque from them all splatting on it. I came out the other side of the huge swarm at around 40 MPH, dropping gears to get back on cam. About 1/4 or 1/2 mile later the engine starting overheating and sputtering: I looked down and the whole front of it was packed inches deep with the bugs. I couldn't see out the windshield, either. Just then on the right I spotted a self-serve 'quarter car wash' (they were a new thing then) and I turned right to it, but the engine was dying and I couldn't keep going. I think I coasted into the stall with the engine off, overheated, in Neutral. Those things were down my neck, in my jacket and shirt, and the bike was packed a couple inches deep with them.
It still gives me the shivers...