To anyone who’s still not in the helmet-wearing camp, here’s something to chew on:
Last week my dear husband had a fall on an easy connector run we’ve skied a million times. There was no crazy skiing involved, he just caught an edge and went down hard. What makes it of particular interest is that it was bad enough to crack his helmet. You read that right.
Imagine if he hadn’t had one on.
If he hadn’t, we’d probably be facing a bad concussion or a skull fracture right now. I’d have spent the past weekend in the hospital, making not too pleasant phone calls to family members, talking to doctors, arranging things with the insurance company, and so on. Hey, he’s a writer — maybe that new book would never get finished!
Instead, my husband was merely a bit annoyed that 1) now his brand new helmet was ruined, and 2) he had to buy a new one.
Hey, that’s what the helmets are for! I’m just glad he’s okay.
Moral of the story: Don’t worry about hat hair. If you don’t have a helmet, get one.