Lance Dopestrong wrote:When I were a lad I climbed trees, played unsupervised with a bow and arrow, and used to entertain myself by sticking bullets in my Dad's vice and lighting them off with a hammer (ammo from the war and the likes was still in circulation-a-plenty back then), all before I was double digit age. I also had some horrific bike accidents and managed to damage just about every part of my body...other than my head!
How we survived to become adults without cycle helmets is a mystery to me.
Ha ha - here is an undeniable truth from vast seas of evidence held in the memories of most from their time as a small boy or girl learning proprioception. I too banged and scraped everytrhing except my head when riding the bicycle.
Why, then, have the safe-spacers not insisted we all wear full body armour when cycling? I often feel a twinge in the sacroilliac joint that rekindles my yearning for a protector of that sensitive area from the dangers of sliding sideways on them diesel slicks left by the careless on various badly-cambered corners. These days the slightest whiff of diesel when I'm on the bike induces an immediate paranoia.
But I digress.
How many and which bones have CUK forumators broke in their yoof? I can't be sure but I believe mine reached a dozen bones - from fingers to toes - before I came to grips with body-steering about the world. Even the head got a concussion (but no break) from ice-skating as a novice + an evil push from behind by an immediately ex (well, later when I woke up) girlfriend! Why didn't they issue a helmet with the boots?
Cugel, too brittle for falling over now.