I remember Lisa riding on the back of the Quad at The Farm, with Lisa driving as I could not get the hang of the throttle, me holding on for dear life. Lisa asked me why I kept blowing at her back. Little did she know a bumble bee had landed on her back and if I had told her, we were both going to be on the floor. My blowing eventually made him fly off, but to this day I don’t know how I did not scream as I hate anything that flies. -- Debbie Nelson