I've decided I am a rebel.
This isn't through some sort of mid-life crisis or confusion of identity but through general observation of myself and those around me.
Now what makes me a rebel you ask? I wear a helmet when I ride, while many that I see do not. I know that doesn't sound very rebel-ish, but considering being a rebel is one who rebels and I rebel against those that do not wear, I think it fits.
I'm not a big person to tell others what precautions they should or should not take while they ride or what they should or should not be wearing, I prefer to let natural selection take its course. I can hear some of you now, "Big deal," "Real men don't need a helmet," and so forth and so on but I prefer to protect what precious life I have for as long as I have; especially when those other drivers in cars don't pay attention as is. Considering that most motorcycle fatalities could have been prevented if the rider had been wearing a helmet, I think I'll take those odds rather than gambling by not wearing one.
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