Helmeted, We Ride

We finally bought bike helmets, since son-in-law Chuck did not want to see either of us drooling after a bad bike accident that left us with the mind of a small monkey. It will take some getting used to, though. HW2 doesn't like having her hair messed up, and I had to mention the drooling bit to get her to actually wear it. We rode our bikes over to the office and caused a minor sensation with the hats, since they had not seen us wear them ever. Maybe HW2 will take a picture, preferably a self-portrait, and put it on her blog so you can get the full effect. In my day of bike riding, when we were kids, you just went for it and hoped to live for the next day. We all knew we were going to live forever anyway, and no one even had thought of helmets for kids, at least I never saw any, but we lived in rural upstate New York and had not heard of Hillary, either, except for some guy that wanted to climb Mount Everest. I do not know why anyone would want to do that, either. Now we know we are not going to live forever, as we get almost daily reminders, and there is another Hillary about, so, I guess helmets will have to be the safety item of choice if we are to ride our bikes and not drool in front of Chuck. Safe travels all!