So yesterday I’m taking a little 400 mile joy ride without my girlfriend, and stop at this place called Helvete (or “Hell”) for a coffee. I take off my lid and chat with the cutie who works the counter over a coffee before snapping a picture of myself with the sign and riding off.
Today I look at the pictures and it’s beginning to dawn on me why I didn’t get anywhere with this girl:
Looks like this fly found the gap between my MotoX goggles and the lid and went Splat! right on my big Teutonic forehead… hahahaha 
