Boris Bajic
Guest
I was watching footage of the great Pantani the other day and became whimsical about that innocent time when nobody seemed to wear a helmet.
I recall in particular a touching 80s documentary I once saw about space travel. Near the end of the documentary, a group of children use BMX bicycles to smuggle a cat or a small child past some government officials. I forget the details.
None of the children is wearing a helmet and the cat (or similar) is carried in a handlebar-mounted basket on one of the bicycles. It all seems terribly dangerous, yet nobody is hurt. How the cheeky little monkeys avoided disaster as they slammed up and down earthworks and embankments I do not know.
Not a helmet in sight! One of them is clearly wearing a hoodie with the hood up; another is listening to an MP3 player. I believe one wears a skiing balaclava, something which may have been in vogue at that time.
No face-plants, no RTCs, no RLJs, no Hi-Viz, no lights, no reflectors and no road rash.
What larks!
I recall in particular a touching 80s documentary I once saw about space travel. Near the end of the documentary, a group of children use BMX bicycles to smuggle a cat or a small child past some government officials. I forget the details.
None of the children is wearing a helmet and the cat (or similar) is carried in a handlebar-mounted basket on one of the bicycles. It all seems terribly dangerous, yet nobody is hurt. How the cheeky little monkeys avoided disaster as they slammed up and down earthworks and embankments I do not know.
Not a helmet in sight! One of them is clearly wearing a hoodie with the hood up; another is listening to an MP3 player. I believe one wears a skiing balaclava, something which may have been in vogue at that time.
No face-plants, no RTCs, no RLJs, no Hi-Viz, no lights, no reflectors and no road rash.
What larks!