This past week I saw two stunning examples of why kids don't wear bicycle helmets.
On Thursday evening I was getting into my car to go home when a father and son rode by on a tandem bicycle. The son was wearing a helmet but the dad wasn't. What kind of example is that? As soon as the kid is old enough to assert his own way he won't wear a helmet either.
On Saturday I was at the Lloyd Folkfest in Bud Miller Park when I saw a dad with two kids. The older one had her own bike and she had a helmet. The younger child was safely strapped into a bike seat on dad's bike, complete with his own little helmet. Dad, of course, was bareheaded.
I rarely see an adult on a bicycle wearing a helmet. Little kids almost always wear them and older kids hardly ever.
My brother and I used to watch families cycle by our house, the kids all with helmets, the parents without. "Oh look," we'd say. "Orphans."
I once stopped a Mountie on the street who was riding his bike to work to ask him where his helmet was (I knew him and he usually wore a helmet)-- I think I'm a bit of a zealot on this issue.
I don't care if it messes your hairstyle. I don't care if you think it makes you look goofy. A helmet can save your life.
MADLibrarian
P.S. An excellent book that deals with this subject is Mick Harte was here by Barbara Park.
Monday, August 27, 2007
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