My Momma made me promise to wear a helmet when I got my first scooter, and it was a never-ending torment from my riding buddies. On a late Thanksgiving night in the '70s I got a tank slapper from hell on the Gulf Freeway and ended up ruining my helmet when I was thrown clear. I mostly walked away, but the helmet was toast. Still wear one to this day.
I can speak from experience that a helmet must be worn. No serious rider rides without a helmet. Without a helmet, I'd have no right external ear and that side of my head would be a different shape and covered in scar tissue.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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My Momma made me promise to wear a helmet when I got my first scooter, and it was a never-ending torment from my riding buddies. On a late Thanksgiving night in the '70s I got a tank slapper from hell on the Gulf Freeway and ended up ruining my helmet when I was thrown clear. I mostly walked away, but the helmet was toast. Still wear one to this day.
Helmets are not to keep you alive, they are to prevent a closed coffin.
I can speak from experience that a helmet must be worn. No serious rider rides without a helmet. Without a helmet, I'd have no right external ear and that side of my head would be a different shape and covered in scar tissue.
Saw a dude come off a 3 wheeler on HY285 coming out of the mountains. Had a helmet on but landed on his face. I wore full face after that.
Road rash sucks.
Good leather is also mandatory.
Ned2
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