A few months ago, I was hit by a car. I wore a helmet for a few weeks after, then started forgetting (as I rolled down the Hill upon which I live, inevitably about a minute into the ride I'd intone a silent, dammit!)...then just gave up. It messes up your hair. It spoils that feeling of the wind and open sky, the convertible-top-down feeling that is bike riding. It's hot, stuffy, it makes little noises around your ears, the very ears upon which I'm dependent to hear cars sneaking up behind me. It's ugly, turning me from Waylon into a Legoman.
Oh, and it can and will save my life -- if I wear it. So how do you all get yourself to wear a helmet? Or do you not bother? Should it be made a federal law, as it is in parts of the country, and in Canada where I visit me mum?
Waylon Lewis is the founder of elephantjournal.com
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