Post crash, one of the hardest things for me is saying goodbye to a helmet. \u00a0You see, for me,\u00a0throwing away an old helmet is like saying goodbye to an old friend. \u00a0It sounds strange, but there's something intensely personal about a helmet, almost moreso than any other piece of kit. \u00a0Sure,\u00a0someone will point out your bibs are more personal, and they may well be from a physical standpoint. \u00a0But from a mental standpoint, I think the helmet is your closest confidant.<\/p>\n

Think about it: it protects your most valuable asset (your brain) and it has an inherently intimate contact with your body in the process of doing that job. \u00a0Nothing in cycling is worse than the feel of a poorly fitting helmet, which can dig into your head, pinch your skin, chafe or flop around. \u00a0Finding the perfect fit, the perfect colour, the perfect shape are a time-consuming process that leads many to purchase several of the same helmet to ensure a steady supply of them.<\/p>\n

But spending a little time with your helmet can change it from a piece of kit to a trusted friend.<\/p>\n

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The helmet is an ever alert sentry, waiting for an opportunity to defend it's owner. \u00a0Throughout its life, it sits upon your head, a silent sentinel constantly guarding your skull from harm. \u00a0It may shrug off tree branches, bees and other hazards. \u00a0It dutifully holds your glasses on those long climbs when you flip them and stick the earpieces in the vents. \u00a0It even helpfully funnels air onto your head to help keep you cool in the searing heat. \u00a0And throughout its life, it becomes more than a piece of kit. \u00a0It almost becomes a friend.<\/p>\n

So what happens when that helmet gives up it's life to save yours?<\/p>\n

Upon returning home from the hospital and examining my old friend, it became immediately clear that she was dead. \u00a0Crushed on the right temple, with broken supporting ribs and plenty of road rash, she had done her job of shielding my skull from the pavement. \u00a0Upon the dawning of that revelation, a wave of sadness washed over me as I contemplated having to say goodbye to my old friend.<\/p>\n

We'd been through so much together. \u00a0A couple of different jobs, tens of thousands of miles of training rides, two different team kits\u00a0and\u00a0dozens of friends come and gone. \u00a0She silently witnessed\u00a0centuries, hill climbs, white knuckle descents, mountain bike rides, charity rides and probably a half a dozen different bikes underneath her owner. \u00a0She was the consummate teammate, racing with me in no less than 100% of the races I entered. \u00a0She's seen sprints, narrowly avoided crashes, been with me on the podium and in the pack.<\/p>\n

She's been my most trusted confidant, my biggest constant…but now, it's time to say goodbye. \u00a0She gave her life to protect mine, a last noble sacrifice and last act of devotion. \u00a0There will be another to replace her, and the cycle will begin anew. \u00a0I'll form a new relationship with a new helmet that will stand tall, willing to give her life to protect mine once more. \u00a0And the cycle will continue to repeat as long as I'm willing to assume the risk of riding. \u00a0At least I'll have a trusted confidant with me at all times…<\/p>\n

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See ya old girl. \u00a0Thanks for everything. \u00a0You were with me for everything in the past couple seasons, witnessed it all, but ultimately did the job you were chosen for, and I thank you a million times over.<\/p>\n

Without you I may not have been able to ride again, let alone write your eulogy.<\/p>\n

Thank\u00a0you…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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