When I first started to ride (on the streets @ 15), my family started a towing service. We got a police call for a wreck. When we got there, I saw a BMW lying in the middle of the road & the Sheriff's car parked on the side. The road was on the way to the lake where the military had a recreation area for the GI's. A black man, after spending a day @ the lake, decided it was too hot to put his safety gear & helmet back on, so he was riding in swimming trunks & boat shoes. There was some gravel in the curve & he hit it. He wasn't killed, but he wasn't black anymore, either. He looked like walking hamburger & the worst part was he was scalped. The Sheriff was trying to pace his scalp back on his head while waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
After he had been hauled off to the hospital & we had loaded his bike on the back of the wrecker, my father turned to me and said;"If I EVER catch you riding dressed like that, you'll lose the bike til you're 18!"
I wore my helmet so much that I got "cradle cap" & had to use special shampoo to get rid of the rash. I have never ridden without a helmet, boots & a jacket since...& that was 1972!
This might be a long story, but it changed MY outlook on gear.
After he had been hauled off to the hospital & we had loaded his bike on the back of the wrecker, my father turned to me and said;"If I EVER catch you riding dressed like that, you'll lose the bike til you're 18!"
I wore my helmet so much that I got "cradle cap" & had to use special shampoo to get rid of the rash. I have never ridden without a helmet, boots & a jacket since...& that was 1972!
This might be a long story, but it changed MY outlook on gear.