+1. I used to be a superbike racer. In 1996 I crashed in talledega Alabama. I quit breathing on impact, was flown to the brain trama clinic in Birmingham, spent 12 days in a coma and then years of recovery. I would not be alive were it not for my helmet. No doubt.

I've given up riding motorbikes. I don't have the quick reflexes I had before. I just ride my bicycle now. The helmet stays on the whole time. If nothing else, it's a way to say thank you to god.