I’ll always wear a helmet. My first bike got, erm, dinged a bit by a sudden impact with a late model LTD.
Okay, here’s the whole story, not that anyone wants to hear it:
One night after work, I was leisurely cruising up the street, and my brother was following me. It was about 1:00 am and we were going to stop at the 24-hour Wal-Mart for some munchies before heading home to hang out and enjoy an exotic blend of tobacco.
So I’m turning into the lot, which was a one-way entrance-medianed and everything, when this late model Ford LTD boat pulls out right in front of me!
I smack into the car between the driver’s door and the front tire. My beloved bike goes under, I flip over, land in a bush, bounce out, and SMACK! on my face on the concrete.
I broke my right radius, my collar-bone, and split my helmet right down the middle, thusly suffering a concussion.
My brother tells me that as I lay there senseless, the guy kept driving and drug my bike into the street and onto the median.
Then he backs off of it.
Then he runs over it again with the other side of his car as he proceeds to drive down the wrong side of the road with no lights on.
I think he was drunk, the fucker.
Anyway, my brother was torn between looking after me and following the guy and giving him an ass-beating. He decided to look after me.
Poor me. I built that bike from the ground up with my own two hands.
So I always wear a helmet. If I didn’t, I’d be dead now.
And as far as loud pipes are concerned, I like them. I really don’t think that they improve the safety at all, I just agree with PLG’s dad:
They’re cool. They sound cool, they feel cool, they are cool. They aren’t loud at a stoplight like some stereo’s can be, so they aren’t that much of an annoyance.
At least, there are no laws in CO about them, except in “Quiet Zones” like hospitals and downtown and such like.