ummmmm.
I fell off into a load of nettles the other night. Half an hour into a 2/3 hr ride my mates says ‘do you want a beer?’ than pulls some peroni out of his camelbak. So I has one and finished off his as he didn’t want it. He actually brought 3 so half hour later I had the other one. Then towards the end of the ride we stopped for a pint whereupon I had a birra moretti, getting back on the bike I was bit ‘rasha rasha yahhhh’ and then going down some narrow wooded track, mate shouts me back as we’d gone the wrong way, I braked and sorta just lept into some nettles, very strange. The trick is not to scratch.