fastfingas
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well this is what I think, it's when you're riding up and down the street is when you need the helmet! it's when you're not riding up and down the street is when you don't need the helmet!!!
well this is what I think, it's when you're riding up and down the street is when you need the helmet! it's when you're not riding up and down the street is when you don't need the helmet!!!
This summer i was on 100 mile river trip with my Dagger Mumba from Drayton Valley to Edmonton, ( Almost died twice ) on the third day, i come to a bridge just begging for it to be the Devon bride. I come trudging up the bank under the bridge.
Well, there was a group of dudes on harleys all wearing black helmets. I glanced at them, and went up to see what bridge. Comming back down my heart sank and i was worried cause - was not the Devon Bridge.
It was just then when the bikers started laughing , fired up there harleys, and drove away.
Now when i think about it, i realize that i was wearing a white helmet, and they were all wearing black ones.
I remember a hit song called " How Far is Heaven." For me it is how far is Devon.
Anyway i am a survivor of a double cracked skull and permanent brain damage, full front brain contusion, my nose dripped brain fluid for 3 days.
I always wear my helmet, bike and river. The river is a dangerous place to play.
The make moisture wicking skull caps that fit under any helmet buddy. You don't have to wear the urshanka exclusively.
you see here we have someone smart.
I've just been putting off being a responsible adult. once I actually start riding further than my own neighborhood I will be wearing a helmet full time.
i suppose i was just trying to go through the logic that one might use to justify not wearing one, but I know it's not a good justification.
When I had my one big motorcycle accident some years ago and I had time to examine my helmet in the aftermath and saw the long deep scrapes on the right side of the helmet, - that was all I needed to convince me to continue to wear a helmet every time I go anywhere on a bike.
Think of all the sweet bar/ told to innocent youth stories you missed out on by avoiding those horrendous , but super interesting story driven scars-concussions!
The 4 inch scar I have across my left kneecap from that accident is quite enough of a keepsake thank you very much.
Facial scars on a woman tend not to have the same dashing appeal they might have on a man so I'm very glad I missed out on the experience.
As for telling stories to innocent youth I have managed to make the odd one go pale and fainty by describing how my knee joint looked with the skin peeled back from the bone