I rode one season without a helmet. It was exciting, liberating, and sensual. Then, on my first ride wearing a helmet again, my mind was filled with resentful judgements of all the cyclists I saw who weren’t wearing helmets. Just wearing a helmet messed up my brain.
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So very true!
Nina, surely you’re old enough to remember when nobody wore a helmet?