Showing posts with label helmet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label helmet. Show all posts

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Oops

H celebrates the return of spring road riding,
or what passes for it here.


Saturday was the first time this season that I used a car to get to the start of a road-bike ride. That's an event that's always marked by a few little reminders of how important it is to have a pre-ride routine that helps you be sure you have everything you need before you drive away from the house. Food, water, tools, whatever.

Helmets are nice, too, especially when riding with H, the queen of traumatic brain injury prevention. Or Kathy, who remembers all too well that she was teased on the blog last month after riding without a brain bucket. So mea culpa, I blew it and showed up without a lid.

It's funny how naked it feels to ride without a helmet. It seems like every rider you meet is looking and you and thinking to himself, "Freakin' idiot."

Or maybe that was just Heather ...

Friday, June 06, 2008

Teach your children well

When my son was about 10 years old, he wanted a neighbor kid to come outside and play. So he rolled his bike out of the garage, strapped on a helmet, rode across the street, took off the helmet, and then walked up to ring the doorbell.

That was a proud moment for me as a bicycling parent. It was when I realized that, to him, helmets and bikes were inseparable. It didn’t occur to him to not wear a helmet for a short ride across the street, because he had never experienced riding without one—and he had never seen Dad ride without one, either.

Oh, I slipped up and did it a time or two for short distances, but never in front of him. I have this apparently outdated belief that if I lead by example as a parent, I’m making it easier for my kids to do the right things.

Too often, I see families out on rides with only the kids wearing helmets while the parents cruise along with the wind in their hair, happily sending a singular message: Helmets are for children, but grownups don’t use them. This is tantamount to telling your kid to never touch cigarettes, but saying it as a haze of Marlboro smoke rises from your lips.

And anyone who thinks kids don’t recognize hypocrisy from Mom and Dad needs to pull his head out of the sand in his ass. Trust me, those little buggers listen more closely than they want you to know, and they’re scanning everything for loopholes and inconsistencies.

I came across these photos while randomly following links from fark.com and came across an InStyle magazine slideshow on “green” celebrities—which meant every picture contained either a Toyota Prius or a bicycle. Of course, not one celeb wore a helmet. And that’s fine, except for the shots of the beautiful people and their spawn, because regardless of how rich and famous you are, you still have an obligation to be a responsible parent.

These two shots in particular were annoying. Patrick Dempsey claims to love road riding (check out that fine Roubaix), so he should know better. But there he is, teaching his daughter that Daddy’s too cool for a helmet. Of course, he's also teaching his daughter to wear hers incorrectly, so what's the damned point anyway?

The Kate Beckinsale's picture pissed me off not only because she's setting a bad example for her kid, but also because I simply hate having a reason to be annoyed by someone so scorchingly hot.

She’d be even hotter in a helmet.

(Kate Hudson was spared from scorn in this post because in her slideshow photo, it sort of looks like she isn’t wearing any pants. Somehow, that worked for me.)

Monday, May 28, 2007

Safety is Sexy

I might not be the most appropriate advocate for helmet use. I sometimes ride with a friend who assesses brain injuries, and she has accused me of being a few tacos shy of a combination plate.

Still, I've bounced my head off everything from Moab slickrock to Anchorage ice enough times to believe in the benefits of encasing one's skull in reinforced Styrofoam. So I was pretty jazzed when a packet of stickers arrived from the folks at the Safety is Sexy Campaign in Washington, D.C. (My Alaska friends may now commence ta askin' fer 'em as long as supplies last.)

Helmets work. And these stickers are cool. Check out the site and fire off an e-mail to request some stickers. They're free, but it's a nonprofit operation, so it wouldn't hurt to send a few bucks to help them cover the cost.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Brain bucket

The next time someone tries
to tell you that helmets
don't really make you safer,
tell them about Ryan Lipscomb.

Then tell them they're full of shit.