Another forgotten helmet. My wife and I had driven over an hour to the start of a charity ride with a mandatory helmet rule. Of course I had forgotten mine so I did what any other red blooded American male would do--I told my wife to go ahead and start and I would catch up to her. Then, I pretended to return to the car but instead detoured around the official start to catch up with my wife. No one mentioned the absence of my helmet all day and I didn't crash and split my melon open. And, it was a great ride on a beautiful day.