So last Wednesday I'm heading home and I get this call on my cell. Pretty much goes like this:
Sport1.3: "Dude, look out your rear window. There's a huge f*cking bug on your wing. I'm talking like Godzilla sh*t!"
Ran: "What are you talking abo-HOLY SH*T!"
This thing on my wing reminds me of Starship Troopers. So I jump on the highway, with Sport1.3 in chase, and start to get on it. 45mph, 50mph, 55mph, 60mph... He's still hanging on! Watching the road and this guy hang on is a task. He's got two feet hanging on for dear life and four feet in the air. It's f*cking awesome. About 35-45 minutes later I make it home and Bugzilla had moved from the wing to the rear license plate.
Gotta say, Bugzilla was a trooper. I rewarded his effort by not smashing him under my shoe, kindly relocating him to my backyard.