You guessed it: Helmets. Some folks say you should always wear them. Some say you should be free to choose for yourself. Some won't ride with helmetless riders. Others suspect that the helmet gives a false sense of security which leads to risk-taking, crashes and injury. Some sleep with their helmet like it's a styrofoam wubbie.
Battles rage across the interwebs. Friend against friend. Brother against brother. Mortal combat wrought in binary flame. The topic is even banned from some online discussion groups. But here at The Cycle, we fear no controversy. And so, with no hedging, whining, backtracking, or other weasel-speak, I present to you, dear reader, something I believe with absolute conviction when it comes to helmets:
THOSE ARE SOME SERIOUSLY DORKY HELMETS. There. I said it.
Of course, like most good snarkiness, there's a touch of self-loathing in here somewhere. See, I owned (and wore with pride!) a Toilet... er, TourLite back in the day, just like the one modeled by the dapper gent in the snazzy rainbow jersey. I can only assume he's just won the coveted CLWC: Cylon Lookalike World Championships -- and I'm talking 80s Cylons, not the cool kind.
(Seriously now, folks at Bell: I kid because I care. Over the years, Bell helmets have valiantly thrown themselves between my thick skull and big rocks, trees, pavement, errant squirrels, and the occasional head-butt of a dumb friend more times than I'd like to count. And it's not like I was a style maven in 1984 either...)