Im out riding my bike, as we do and I glance down to see 8 largish legs walking across the instrument panel. I had just stopped at the lights after riding along the freeway, so my arachnid friend decided to run to get a less windy position on my bike. Im doing lots of self talk, saying crashing is not an option and that Im covered from head to toe. I tried feeling compassionate for the spider as Im sure he would have been wishing to be in any other place. So I take off from the lights and he dissappears down the right hand side fork, cool I think, I dont have to look at his ugly body. Within a matter of seconds he appears on the left hand side bar, heading towards my hand. On he leaps as I think great I can flick him off, but he stuck like the Bridgestone gecko. Im flinging my hand all over the place and he finally dissappears. Ok now I can move up to the speed limit! Two streets later I realise that my hitchhiker had actually brought his girlfriend along for the ride. When he dissappeared down the rhs fork it was his mate who appeared and crawled on my hand. These were not overly big huntsmans, but the kind with really fat bodies and moved very fast. I rode the last few streets to my place with a spider on a hot tin bike, running all over the dash. Was so happy to see my driveway, put my bike in its usual spot and jumped off...fast. So one spider died from impact with asphalt and the other from half a can of Mortein. Im just left wondering what were they both doing hiding out on my bike.... maybe they got to christen my bike before I did!!! So before any guys say I should HTFU...no way. I dont like spiders. Anyone else had a silly moment on the bike, or any other animal stories?