Cleon
King of the Pod People
I grew up in the fine city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Like everyone else from Da Burgh, I am a hard-core Steelers (actual prunounciation: "stillers") fan.
Today, it seems, the Stillers' starting QB, "Big" Ben Roethlisberger, got himself into a pretty nasty motorcycle accident. It seems Ben doesn't like wearing a motorcycle helmet, something that even coach Bill Cowher had to yell at him about.
Now, as it happens, I am a biker. My baby is a 1999 BMW R1100GS--a fantastic piece of machinery that I've been very happy with. I've been riding for about five years, not long by most standards. What Big Ben learned today is something I could've told him the moment I first sat down on a Honda Nighthawk--if you don't wear a helmet, you're a $%^&ing moron. End of story.
I've dropped a bike at speed--let me tell you, it wasn't any fun. I fully credit my full-face helmet and my First Gear protective suit with my ability to walk away from it. Had I not been wearing them, my flesh would've been spread across the road in lovely Crabapple, Georgia.
It's not a question of "individual rights," "feeling the wind in your hair," or any other such excuses. It's simple. There are many, many ways to wind up in a wreck on your bike. If you ride a bike for a long time, chances are it will happen. A bike is not a car--it's much, much, much easier to die from even a minor wreck. Wearing a helmet, with other protective gear, does wonders for your survival chances in those situations. To not do so isn't "manly" or any other such nonsense, it's simply stupid.
I hope the first thing Big Ben hears when coming out of surgery is Bill Cowher saying, "told you so, dumbass!"
Today, it seems, the Stillers' starting QB, "Big" Ben Roethlisberger, got himself into a pretty nasty motorcycle accident. It seems Ben doesn't like wearing a motorcycle helmet, something that even coach Bill Cowher had to yell at him about.
Now, as it happens, I am a biker. My baby is a 1999 BMW R1100GS--a fantastic piece of machinery that I've been very happy with. I've been riding for about five years, not long by most standards. What Big Ben learned today is something I could've told him the moment I first sat down on a Honda Nighthawk--if you don't wear a helmet, you're a $%^&ing moron. End of story.
I've dropped a bike at speed--let me tell you, it wasn't any fun. I fully credit my full-face helmet and my First Gear protective suit with my ability to walk away from it. Had I not been wearing them, my flesh would've been spread across the road in lovely Crabapple, Georgia.
It's not a question of "individual rights," "feeling the wind in your hair," or any other such excuses. It's simple. There are many, many ways to wind up in a wreck on your bike. If you ride a bike for a long time, chances are it will happen. A bike is not a car--it's much, much, much easier to die from even a minor wreck. Wearing a helmet, with other protective gear, does wonders for your survival chances in those situations. To not do so isn't "manly" or any other such nonsense, it's simply stupid.
I hope the first thing Big Ben hears when coming out of surgery is Bill Cowher saying, "told you so, dumbass!"