Twice in the last week I’ve seen people on bikes wearing their helmets backwards. Like most crappy humans, my first impulse was to laugh hysterically and point at them while peeing my pants with glee. Once the evil streak subsided, I was tempted to approach them and show them the proper way to cover their cranium. But life moves quickly and I didn’t laugh or offer assistance in either instance. Instead, I thought of my friends the Lamers.
You see, a long time ago I bought my first bike. Wearing Red Wing work boots and blue jeans, I took it down to the Kansas River in mid-July looking for some mud. Then the Lamer family came along and showed me the way. I put on a pair of shorts, acquired a pair of Shimano clipless pedals and bought a helmet. As I recall, the helmet was one of the hardest things to get accustomed to. It looked funny, it felt weird and it seemed impossible to adjust. However, thanks to my good-natured friends, I eventually put it on straight, cinched it up tight and rode my ass off with less risk of head injury.
Everyone could use friends like the Lamers. Sure, they taught me the fundamentals of what it takes to be a good friend to others, but most importantly they kept me from looking really stupid while riding my bike.
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