What's your spider story?

[Ward P]

riding the 'busa to work in Sydney in peakhour traffic one cold wet morning, the motor must have got a bit warm, a huge huntsman climbs out from under the fairing and rests across my speedo. I went to flick him off and he dives back under the fairing behind the guages. The road and traffic no longer had my full attention. . . I never did find him.