I'm home.
So I'm driving along the back roads enjoying myself and this fly the size of my fucking thumb just pops into my car. It's buzzing around, bounces off the pass side A pillar, the windshield, then comes to rest in the defrost vent. After I stop at a sign, I reach forward to try to grab it, it crawls deeper so I take off. As soon as I'm rounding the corner it flies onto the drivers side A pillar, I make a grab for it, it flew and landed on my damn NECK. I grabbed it off and tossed it out the window.
Otherwise uneventful. Of course now that the meet is over I feel like I've scrubbed the tires up enough to start getting traction on them. The last run down 71 was great, no traffic and no people. I got to push it just a little within my comfort zone and it was great. Very grippy and stable and predictable.