I recall whizzing down Crystal Palace hill 10 years back, when a parked-up pizza guy opened his car door - impacting my shoulder as I was doing about 30mph. The force of the blow spun me 180 degrees around and sent me flying backwards, until the back of my head smashed into the tarmac. There wasn’t much left of my helmet. Until that day, I often rode without a helmet. Now I always wear one.
I recall whizzing down Crystal Palace hill 10 years back, when a parked-up pizza guy opened his car door - impacting my shoulder as I was doing about 30mph. The force of the blow spun me 180 degrees around and sent me flying backwards, until the back of my head smashed into the tarmac. There wasn’t much left of my helmet. Until that day, I often rode without a helmet. Now I always wear one.