I'm used to having other cyclists admonish me for blowing through stop lights, going the wong way on one way streets, drinking rum from an open bottle, talking on a cell phone, or doing all of those things at once, while cruising along the minneappleton byways, but two days ago I was truely shocked.
I was riding along an almost deserted residential street, when another rider yelled out, "Helmet." I ignored him and he yelled out "HELMET" even louder. Outwardly, I ignored this too, but inside I was thinking that this guy is a bit too effusive in his desire that I live a long and healthy life. Ordinarily, I would have turned to ride next to him, to explain that I lost my helmet, and that I will soon buy another, if I don't locate the old one, but darn, I had several pressing engagements.