“I’ve heard the size of a man can be measured by what angers him. Today, I am feeling pretty small. My bike helmet was stolen off my bike. It was wrapped and clipped around my frame. My bike was thrown to the ground and the helmet removed when I came out of the building from my delivery.
Now I understand why I must lock my bike. A bike is just to big of a temptation for anyone to not steal. I mean think of all the joy it brings. The freedom to ride anywhere you please with the wind blowing through your hair. Free of rules and regulations. (No cop, no stop rule applies here)
But a helmet? Why must I feel as if I need to lock the right to protect my skull? I mean it wasn’t even a nice helmet. New, but not expensive or anything. Did whoever steal it put it on and run down the street in pure joy? My daughter finds no reason to ride a bike to enjoy her helmet. Or my helmet or my wife’s helmet for that matter. Just give her a helmet and she’ll gladly forego the bike while wearing the helmet and laughing. She’s two. Did a two year old steal my helmet?
I took a few deep breathes, hoped today wasn’t the day I get creamed by a city bus and did what any self respecting bicycle messenger would do. I went back to work and enjoyed the breezes rushes through my long and dirty hair, while obeying not one traffic sign.
