I always ride with one. A helmet saved me from death, or at least a vegetative state, waaaaay back when I was in college. Some guy clipped me, totalling my '74 Bonneville. I flipped and flopped on the asphalt, with the back of my head squarely impacting the street. Helmet kept me alive and awake. I was awake enough to realize I hurt all over! This all happened in the middle of summer, in Auburn, Alabama. For our friends not familiar with southern U.S. geography, that's about 1.5 hours from the Alabama-Florida border (way south, way hot and way humid!). I'm glad I'm still here!

Any landing you can walk away from is a good one.