Last night, I was climbing a hill I've neglected for a while...
as I made my way up the rooty section that happens to be a bit more washed out now, a trio of clowns without helmets came barreling down that hill.
On legit bikes, no less.
If you can afford those bikes, surely you can afford a helmet (although, I'm sure money isn't issue).
There is nothing cool about splitting your head open or bashing your dome on a rock.
That's all...end rant.
Fun evening in the woods, reunited with my Salsa.