Bicycle helmets. They are the subject that I just can’t seem to leave alone. As my daily commute has significantly changed, so as my approach to that commute. One of those changes – without any specific intent that I am aware of – is the fact that I’ve shed the helmet for more of my commutes than not. Perhaps it is the influence of all of the urbanite riders I come across. Whatever the reason, I’ve mostly been without ye ol’ brain bucket lately.
My wife, on the other hand, is a stanch helmetarian. She is often gently (or not so gently) ribbing me about my cycling-cap-only head. I was this ribbing that prompted me to put on the helmet before I left for work the other morning. As I’ve said before, I’m not against helmets, so riding with it is not something that really has to be forced on me. This wasn’t a big deal. Grab it, throw it on my head, strap it around the chin and forget about it.