My helmet is also pretty smelly (fnaar fnaar) but its not really a reason for not wearing it. I still have flashbacks from 20 years ago when a cyclist came round the corner, flat out, on the wrong side of the road, waving to his mate in the field. Luckily, his helmet, although it smashed my windscreen, stopped his brains from joining me in the car. After he had cartwheeled over the roof, his lid was first to hit the deck. It broke, as did his collarbone. I never wore a helmet before that day- now I would never cycle without one, even if it does stinks like piss.Twenty Inch said:My commuting buddy Tim told me this morning that the rain was washing "a year's worth of sweat" out of his helmet and into his mouth.