There is nothing quite so aggravating as the smug assurance of a riding hemet. It seems to be everlastingly reminding one of the inevitable fact that one cannot escape it. Of all necessary and useful inventions, the helmet is one of the most vexing.
Think of all the delightful things one might wear on their head while riding - a tam, for instance, or a cowboy hat, or an intricately braided crown hair do...!
But no, the bulky, cumbersome, tiresome helmet must forever be imposing on our convenience and comfort.
But, a helmet is similar to insurance in that; "you never need it until you do."
And so I wear it and am thankful.
Most of the time.