One day, July 24th, 1973 to be exact, 3 friends decided to ride their motorcycles to a beach in Rode Island. Because of not wanting any trouble that day they decided to wear their helments to appease the powers to be. All three were Abate members and did not believe in helments laws, and usually rode with out them in their home state of Connecticut.
on the way home that evening, the lead rider remembers seeing headlights, and that's it. His friends told him much later that a car was passing another vehicle and came head on at him in his lane. The rider was able to dodge, but the car caught him in the left rear shock of that big Super Glide, sending him and the bike air born fifty feet down the road. When he woke up three days later in Westerly, RI. Hospital he found out that he had compound fractures of both Tibulas and fibulas, broken ribs, 3 broken vertebrae, L-2, L-3, L-4 and Hardly any skin left on his back. He spent 3 weeks in that hospital and then was moved to the hospital in Stafford Springs, CT. For 2 weeks and than to an Orthopedic center in Dayton OHIO. He was discharged on July 24th, 1974, 4 hours before he was admitted one year before. The helment he had been wearing . Was not only cracked, but had a 3/4" wide strip of fiberglass missing that started near the lower right ear and went in a line up over the helment finishing at about the left eyebrow.
2 years later when he started riding agin(he should have gave it up but, we all know what a disease motorcycles are) he strapped that helment to the sissy bar of the bike and carried it, so that when the guys asked him why he was wearing a helment, he could just point to the sissy bar and tell the story. That young rider was me. Now at 65 all the gremlins of those injuries are coming back to haunt me. But I have enjoyed 43 more yrs a great wife and three kids, 3 grand kids, all because I was wearing a helment. I have worn one every ride since I got back on!