“Hint back at you, you need the helmet because you aren’t Lance Armstrong or Evel Knievel. The helmet isn’t for speed, it’s mostly for protection.”
I have to agree.
Every day I think I should have some kind of hard hat, such as the one I wore when ridding horses.
I would not be caught dead in one of those fruity bicycle helmets, even though I might be one day.
Where I live, there are no stop lights or even stop signs.
At four ways, It is catch as catch can.
After dark is quite a fright, with poor street lighting.
I do not worry so much about cars as I do other bicycles, pedestrians and tricycle cabs, which also have no lights.
I hate wearing helmets because they don’t have a visor and I get the glare over my sunglasses. Much prefer a baseball cap with a visor, but I know I’m risking my noggin every time I go out on my bike. My biggest fear is the college-age women who are yapping on their cell phones and looking to the left as they run right through a stop sign and will turn right into you. I keep outta da way of those dingbats if I can and prefer to stay on the canal pathways versus the roads. But even on the canals, you have to cross with the cars at intersections.