The person who got me riding is a truama nurse.
Full safety gear, at all times.
That being said, he thinks that if you choose NOT to wear a helmet, you sign a waiver, releasing the state from responsibilty of care when you get squished....if the state needs to foreclose on your mom and dad’s house to take care of you, so be it...
At the hospital he works at, there are several rooms dedicated soley to scooter wreck permanent comatose vegetative riders, costing us literally millions of dollars.
How fast do you walk or run? 4 mph on concrete is enough to fracture your skull.
He’s had suicide-death-machine-lay-down road rashes come in (shorts, tank tops, sandals), and he lets them know that they are about to learn what a 3rd-degree burn victim goes through...
Icky, isn’t it?
A thousand times the amount of money spent on the care of victims of motorcycle accidents is spent on cardiac care every year in this country. I suppose one should also have to sign a waiver releasing the state from responsibility of care for any future heart problems every time they buy a Big Mac, too. Right?