Many of my friends are avid bicyclists; some belong to touring groups; a few ride alone but all wear helmets. A couple of years ago I made an age and health related decision and sold my last four-wheeled vehicle, replacing it with a bike of greater value.
If I need to extend my horizons on a given day I use the many public conveyances or catch a ride with a friend, leaving my two-wheeler locked up a mile from home at a bike rack; if I feel great I may ride on low traffic streets with no helmet and a hat that my friends will recognize. Nearly every time I make this choice a friend will yell Hi Lee as they whiz past.
That’s why I have no helmet on my head when I ride my bike.
And yes I ‘ve been hit by more than one automobile but by taking more risks I am becoming the kind of bicyclist than Robin Cook’s heroic character, the Surgeon who weaves in and out of New York traffic getting from here to there in record time.