Last Friday was such a beautiful day. As I was lying down on the pavement with the wind knocked down my lungs I had this feeling that this fall was harder than the other ones. When you ride anything with two wheels, you have to be prepared for a fall... It's part of the dynamics of 2 wheeler to be unstable, it's also part of the fun.


So I am here trying to breath with people looking down at me, even the lady who was driving the car in front of me, who did not put her turn signal @ 470/Quebec, and forced me t brake a little harder, until my front wheel seized and I did a great smack down on the concrete. Then the police officer, then the paramedics, and the fire department.... When they took off my helmet, the first thing they told me was that I wouldn't be alive if I wasn't wearing one. Then they showed me: the back of the helmet was flat! The front visor had so much road abrasion, you couldn't see through. The leather jacket and nylon/Kevlar over pant did their job, and I have no road rash, or laceration.
Now, gravity is a bitch though... 10 broken ribs, one collarbone, one scapula. I am going to be in pain for a long time... And I was @ 30mph.


There is no shame or uncool wearing a helmet, just certain death waiting for you somewhere.