04-17-2024, 01:41 AM
By the term system helmet, are you meaning a modular style with a flip-up front? Sometimes wish I had one for times where, let's say I roll up next to a car with no brake lights and want to give them a friendly notice. Gesticulating in a closed-face helmet to someone in a car just looks like you're angry with them, even if you have the best of intentions.
I got stung on the chin not too long ago on the way to Cook's Corner, the local biker spot. Saw it coming in slow motion - yellow object approaching, and the slipstream of my screen sucked it up under the chin bar of my helmet. No sooner than I could flip my face shield open to try to let him out, I felt the sting. Hurt, but I kept riding.
When I got to Cook's, I pulled up next to another rider getting off of his bike, and as I took my helmet off, he said "Wow, looks like you just got nailed in the chin, Bud!"
Hey, also reminds me of Mrs. G #1, who drove an old Escort that I had a particular hatred for. She came home from work one evening and said "I had a bee fly into the car and got scared". Taking a look, the headlight and radio volume knobs were broken off and the turn signal and wiper stalks were dangling from the steering column by their wires. As I saddled up to head to the wrecking yard to find the replacements, I said "Must have been one helluva bee."
I got stung on the chin not too long ago on the way to Cook's Corner, the local biker spot. Saw it coming in slow motion - yellow object approaching, and the slipstream of my screen sucked it up under the chin bar of my helmet. No sooner than I could flip my face shield open to try to let him out, I felt the sting. Hurt, but I kept riding.
When I got to Cook's, I pulled up next to another rider getting off of his bike, and as I took my helmet off, he said "Wow, looks like you just got nailed in the chin, Bud!"
Hey, also reminds me of Mrs. G #1, who drove an old Escort that I had a particular hatred for. She came home from work one evening and said "I had a bee fly into the car and got scared". Taking a look, the headlight and radio volume knobs were broken off and the turn signal and wiper stalks were dangling from the steering column by their wires. As I saddled up to head to the wrecking yard to find the replacements, I said "Must have been one helluva bee."