Thank you for reminding me how dorky I look in my crazy/bulky/brain protecting bike helmet. I agree. All my life I never wore one, and I thought it was mostly ridiculous that I felt like I had to have (for kids it's become law, wow, but we've also removed all the cool playground equipment from many of our parks, so it's no surprise), yet I gave in and bought one to go along with my hopeful hobby of using my car less and riding the bike I'm borrowing more.
Years ago when you were still pooping yourselves and eating jars of pureed peas while your mama made airplane sounds, some of my Japanese students then about your current age dubbed me "Safety Girl" for reasons unknown (I didn't wear a helmet with the granny bike and didn't feel I was supposed to do so, so it wasn't that, but the name has fit, so I wear it), so I had to laugh quietly when I overheard you laughing at me, mocking me even, saying "Safety First" as I rolled by and then giggling like a bunch of girls.
You were right, though.
I am too chicken to ride in the points-for-"progressiveness"-but-they-are-way-too-suicidal bike lanes on the sides of the roads so plentiful here in the Portland Metro Area (I think bicycles vs. pedestrians are a better match than cars vs. bicycles, but what does common sense have to do with the price of tea and pureed peas and airplane sounds in China), so if I am going to insist on riding primarily on the sidewalk as I do, then I'm going to be the opposite of my moniker and ditch the helmet (gasp!) unless I'm sure I'll be riding in the
I'm old enough in Oregon to decide that; you are not. So if I see your punk asses on bikes, you'll have to wear helmets, and I'll laugh at you and mock you because I'm totally mature like that.
Signed Disgruntled Most Times "Safety Girly"