helmets for safety
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2008.11.30
I know this cyclist who goes about Tokyo without a helmet. I called him on it, told him it was nuts.
He told me about the time he was knocked off his bike by a motorist and woke up in a ditch with a splitting headache. He'd had a skull fracture and his face was pretty badly cut up from where his glasses had broken. He came to thinking he'd died.
A helmet had saved him, though.
I guess some things can't be explained until you've been through them.