My son in law has gone on a 6 week holiday and asked me to take his Fatboy out for a spin once a week. Headed of towards Dayboro this morning, there are many good scenic roads to take from there. Barely made it halfway and checked the speedo when I discovered some movement there. There's a big fat orb the size of Arnold Schwarzenegger sitting there as if the bike belonged to him. Now I haven't got Arachnophobia, but this fellow was too big for my liking. I thought: what if he gets picked up and lands on my neck in the bottom of my helmet? Or disappears and comes back out god knows where?. Managed to stay cool and stop on the side of the road. The little f.....r had disappeared. What now? Abandon the bike with the key in it ( hoping someone will steal it) and walk back? Ring 000 and ask for a SWAT team? I gently checked through my clothing to make sure I had not already become his host, when I saw the little bugger on the ground walking away towards Dayboro. Got on the bike real quick and headed back, worried all the time that he might have brought a mate with him. Parked the Fatboy up and that is where it stays, even if the pistons rust in it. Afterwards I had to laugh at myself, but if it would have been my wife riding, there would have been a serious accident.