In 1978, I had the dubious distinction of being one of the first Ohioans to get a ticket for riding with no helmet.
You see, the law passed, but didn't go into effect for a few weeks.
I was so cool. Didn't mess up my hair, awesome.
at the time, I had this chopper, about a 4 degree rake, sissy bar, semi-ape hangers, 19 and just having the time of my life.
Rode a lot, never had any close calls, few lay downs, but the way it worked out I used my hands and butt to say hairy side up.
One day, a pal let me use his dirt bike this was in 1980 I recall, awesome thing, loud, fast, knobbys kicked dirt every where.
He forced me to wear his full face helmet. It sucked, stank, sweaty, and I laid it down, skidded about 30 miles an hour on my face, my hands and arms pinned under me, powerless to do anything but watch the slide show inches from my nose.
I will not ride a bike with out helmet now, you got to have a freaking screw loose. no shorts, no flip flops, no tank tops...now I'm over 50, I want to see over 70.
Theres more to 'gear' than a helmet.
Check the kid sammiched in there!
