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Why?

A few weeks ago we were at the Fullerton Loop. I pull up to a guy that didn’t have a helmet. But he had a nice bike. As I roll by, I say to him in a nice friendly tone, “You’re going to need a helmet! 🙂 “

Then he says…in a meanish way…“WHY!?!”

I responded by saying…“So you don’t kill yourself when you land on your head!!!”

Priscilla and I rode away just shaking our heads…Now I don’t know what crawled up his butt and died, but I’m assuming he must have been told by a few people on the trails about getting a helmet and finally snapped and I said something….oh well, what can you do, right?