...I see no sense in riding without a helmet so...if you want to wear one..more power to you...
C'mon guys, you have to agree that when you're riding a motorcycle without a helmet the whole riding experience is so much more, um, what's the word I'm looking for, er, well, carefree. Below are just a few of the many reasons why one might choose not to wear a helmet. I'm certain that any casual reader can conjure up many, many more.
(1) You can be on or off your bike in a matter of seconds, (2) there are no clumsy straps to fool with, (3) you can see and hear all the sounds of nature unencumbered by an impersonal shell, (4) others can see you for the true enthusiast you are, and finally, (5) your hair is always perfect.
Now, let's look at another side of the same story. (1) You can be in the hospital or morgue in a heartbeat, (2) the only strap is the one that holds your endotracheal breathing tube in place, (3) you can't see nor hear absolutely anything - free to be the natural biological that you yearn to be,(4) other can see you resting comfotably when they come to visit with bunches of pretty flowers and greeting cards that read "We Miss You" and "Get Well Soon", and finally, (5) your hair is slowly growing back after the neurosurgery to relieve the pressure from the subdural hematoma caused by smacking that street curb with your semi-hard head at a blinding 2 mph.
As you read the above paragraphs you might have been thinking that I'm pro-helmet-law, but you'd be wrong. I'm not a liberal, nor a wingnut, and a right-to-lifer I am definitely not. My beliefs are not important only because I'm a
realist.
I realized many decades ago, first on the dirt then on the street, that I want the safest and most full coverage protective devices for my brain. You see, as a mid-teen, I was already working in the back of an amulance rig and by the time I was 20 years old I had become a hardened paramedic in a large metropolitan area. I have unbuckled a helmet from a dead rider...once...his lower legs were lying 25 feet from the rest of his upper anatomy (chest/head) and his torso that once rippled with 6-pack abs was completely severed from a 100+ mph bodily collision with an aluminum lightpole. I won't tell you of the many head injured motorcyclists that I have futilely tried to rescusitate in an attempt to keep their vital organs perfused long enough so there loved ones could say goodbye under the unnaturally cold greenish lights of the trauma room.
So, please choose, but do so wisely; and, do not try to fool anyone thinking it won't happen to you.