This is all very interesting. Let me share my helmet story also.
As a kid I typically rode both dirt and street with an open face helmet. I did this primarily because the crazy things I frequently did on a motorcycle warranted attention, especially from girls (at least in my mind) and I wanted them to know exactly who was doing them. Then one day I decided I wanted to be a roadracer so I bought a full face helmet, since that's what the rules required. Being 16 years old, and the smartest human alive (excuse the redundancy), I felt completely bullet proof in my awesome gladiator lid. So I jumped on my 1973 Suzuki GT550 and flew down the big hill leading to the nastiest S-Curves around, determined to get my knee on the ground just like King Kenny Roberts. Unfortunately I came up short on talent, ground clearance and traction and soon found my self tumbling over and over and into the grassy ditch between the road and the stone fence that bordered those epic S-Curves. Dreadfully, the ditch lead to a big drainage culvert surrounded by the same large stones used to construct the fence. My thighs and hips slammed into the end of the culvert and my flip-limp torso whipped over the top and smacked my forehead, faceshield and chin bar directly into the big stones. If I still had that helmet I would post a picture of it and you would instantly appreciate why I've never ridden with anything but a full-face helmet since that dreadful day. But I had to get rid of it because looking at its remains was simply too disturbing, especially for my mother.
Another fun fact about that awful day was this: Police officers spent at least five minutes in the weeds on the other side of that stone fence looking for my two shoes which had apparently blown off my feet due to centrifugal force. Despite their efforts, my beloved white & red Leather Cortez Nikes were never seen again. May they, and my fugly 2-stroke steed, forever rest in peace.
Last edited by GPz; 04-23-2019 at 09:20 PM.