The post about the kid in a coma made me think of this....
This past weekend I was visiting friends out-of-town... they had a number of cool, vintage low-rider-type bikes. I refused to go riding (just around their neighborhood) and insisted we walk instead because none of us had helmets. I mean, here we were with sweet bikes to ride just like we were kids, and I couldn't allow myself to feel that free. They were cool with it, but I felt like such a wet blanket.
I really feel like it's the little things that will kill you. I'm afraid I'm going to die or get injured in some totally stupid way... just in my neighborhood or something. I don't worry nearly as much when I'm downhilling.
Does anybody else feel the same way? Perhaps over-cautious in everyday life but braver and more willing to take risks in a sport?
This past weekend I was visiting friends out-of-town... they had a number of cool, vintage low-rider-type bikes. I refused to go riding (just around their neighborhood) and insisted we walk instead because none of us had helmets. I mean, here we were with sweet bikes to ride just like we were kids, and I couldn't allow myself to feel that free. They were cool with it, but I felt like such a wet blanket.
I really feel like it's the little things that will kill you. I'm afraid I'm going to die or get injured in some totally stupid way... just in my neighborhood or something. I don't worry nearly as much when I'm downhilling.
Does anybody else feel the same way? Perhaps over-cautious in everyday life but braver and more willing to take risks in a sport?