I wore this helmet three years. As you can see by the cracks and nicks, it’s saved me from the emergency room more than once. There were dramatic occasions like when I did a 360 screaming down the side of a mountain in Copper Canyon, Mexico, and less sensational incidents like slipping on wet pavement a block from my house after a few too many beers. Most are somewhere in between. But let me tell you, once you lose control, no matter how fast you are going or where you are, your fate is up for grabs and sometimes your helmet is the only thing between you and organ donorship.