I rode through clouds of bugs on the levy today on my ride. Consequently, my arms were covered with black speckles of bug guts. And, literally picked a couple of bugs out of my teeth. I need to learn to breath with my mouth closed...
"Black speckles of bug guts"
And, you never know what you might find while riding. On several occasions I have found little treasures. Once it was a cycling tail light. This time I found a perfectly good tape measure which was promptly squirreled away snugly in my jersey pocket to take home.