I kicked and screamed like a little girl when the helmet laws first came in, around 1992, mainly coz I couldn't get used to having a hot head in summer. I therefore wore my old Cinelli leather track helmet, hoping to avoid a fine. You guessed it: soon after this, I get smashed by a car, and as I'm tumbling along the road, in what seems like slow motion, I kept saying to myself, "I'm gunna hit my head. I'm gunna hit my head. I'm gunna hit my head". Luckily, it was my fat arse that smashed into the edge of the gutter, swelling it so much that I looked like one of those chimps with the pink bums. Needless to say, I've never ridden without one since. Ooo, that was a bit serious!!