"Carl Sundquist" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:
I can see where you're going with this, but I also equate it with the risk
taking factor of wearing v. not wearing helmets. Prior to 20 years ago
when hardshell helmets were made mandatory, do you honestly think people
said, "Ohh that's a tight switchback I better back off a bit", then
starting in 1986 people said, "I'm gonna let it hang out! I'm impervious
with this beer cooler on my head!"?
I crashed my motorcycles in the desert without a helmet on many occasions. I
remember always holding my head up. After I started road racing and wearing
helmet I would still crash now and then when that damned Kawasaki factory
bike would sieze about every second race and the most critical part of the
race.
One time I came out onto the straight on Vaca Valley Raceway and the engine
siezed as I rolled the throttle off in the turn and dumped me on the track
at about 70 mph. The usual thing was to turn around on the ground and put
your feet in between your head and the direction you were sliding. I did
that and for the first time the thought went through my head that since I
was wearing a helmet I could put my head down. Which I did. After I got back
up, push started the bike and completed the race (still top ten bub) I
looked at the helmet and it was half ground off near the eyebrow area. I
kept that helmet for the rest of the time I rode motorcycles to remind me
that putting your head down was a bad idea.
Down in southern California I was doing some spectacular jumps on a Triumph
650 for some people that were filming that sort of stuff. There was this
nice little jump up onto a long flat. I could hit it at about 40 mph and get
maybe 20 feet in the air. Really looked great. But in those days there
weren't any helmets to speak of. Anyway, the Triumph fork was built kind of
loopy and the bottom end was sort of like a U clamp with a couple of bolts
holding the front axle on.
On the final jump I was the highest yet and the front wheel dropped out. I
landed on the back wheel and when the forks touched down I was spit over the
bars like a shot. Face first down the lot but I never hit my head. I had my
hands out and rolled out without a scratch! Thank heavens for soft grass I
suppose. And Levis and Levi jackets.