About 20 years ago – when hardly anybody ever wore a helmet and the only one available was the big Bell Biker – white with red stripes – I was doing a century ride starting in DeKalb, IL. I was riding alone and going pretty fast when I took a left turn, met some gravel and the next thing I remember…
It was 24 hours later and I was in a hospital.
I’ve been afraid to ride that fast ever since.
I had a helmet – but even with the helmet I had a concussion. Because I had the helmet, I’m here today to tell this story.