Whenever I’m tempted to forget the helmet, I picture my family gathered around my hospital bed saying: and she had a perfectly good helmet in her trunk.
Whenever I picture myself trying desparately to recover from a TBI, I realize how much I would suffer knowing that I’ll never ride again and that I could have been in the saddle THAT VERY DAY instead of trying to learn how to feed myself again.
So, ya, I’m a proud helmet ENTHUSIAST.
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The helmet Nazi’s have spoken.[/QUOTE]