I decided that buying a helmet would be a wise use of birthday money but none of the local shops had anything that fit. Within 5 miles of leaving the last shop I almost died in three separate near collisions with road raging SUV drivers purposely aiming at me. The last being a suburban loaded with teenagers pulling into the high school. My disposition was decidedly unfestive and I called off the small amount of celebrating I had intended to do.

I did manage not to cowboy stripe my VW or come to any physical harm so I'm sure I'll get over it. Yes suicide training does suck when you are the one potentially near death.