Anti-Helmetism:

Bike helmets = Overrated.

This conclusion came after I was hit by a CAR! It hasn't fully registered in my brain and seems so surreal that I feel like it didn't really happen, but it did. Monday. (I still haven't told my mom yet. I tried to call yesterday, but obviously my brother and dad forgot I even called and failed to relay the message. I hope I can talk to her before she reads this blog. If that doesn't happen I will say that I am fine with only a scratched elbow and bruised thigh.)

Hit by a car. On the side. I've been pestered, countless times, about how I need to wear a helmet . . . on my head. My head was no where near danger. My leg however was and carries a nice sized bruise. Why is my leg bruised? Because the wonders who make protective bike gear have yet to create a suit of protective cycling armor; they've only made helmets.

So now I think back to all of the people who said "You should be wearing a helmet!" and say "Why bother?" A bike helmet is only going to protect my head. The top of my head is only going to be injured if 1) I hit a curb (or other front-wise obstruction) full on and flip over my handle bars, 2) if I run head on into a car and flip over my handle bars and through the windshield (which HA! helmet is going to do jack), or 3) I'm rear ended by a car (which would be some great feat) and flip over my handle bars before being driven over and having my body crushed beneath a multi-ton mini van.

So honestly, why a helmet? If there is any sort of accident I'm screwed. I would like to have some semblance of protection, but there isn't anything that can stop a car from utterly destroying me. I've decided that helmets only provide a false sense of security. And that me biking everywhere is some what dangerous, but all I can really do is what I've been doing: Be alert and aware of traffic and trust that God will protect and keep me from harm since he has far more to do with me before I stand by his throne.

Luv,
Clay