The little guy strained against the hurricane force winds. His muscles felt as though they would snap any second and his arms rip from their sockets. His fingers gripped the window’s edge like a vise. Becoming a hitchhiker wasn’t exactly on his agenda for the day. On the other hand, this was the most exciting thing he had ever done in his little life.

“They’re never going to believe this! Me, a daredevil stunt bug!”

As the little bug flapped like a flag in the wind, he thought of all the cool stories he could tell his friends – if he lived, that is.

Meanwhile, the biker enjoyed her ride along the country road. Rounding a corner, she glanced down and saw the little hitchhiker attached to the top of her windscreen.

“Where did you come from?” she laughed.

She glanced back at the road and down again. The little stunt bug’s antennas were blowing like hair in the wind. She looked closer.

“Is that a smile on it’s face?”