I dont know about today, but in those days North Carolina had a helmet law, and South Carolina did not. Since I had grown up in a state without helmet laws I always detested the fact that we were "required" to wear a helmet.
After enjoying a weekend of riding around the beach community without a helmet, I headed back to the base. This time I decided to take a back road route instead of taking the highway. In addition to being able to enjoy the backroads, I assumed I could get away with not wearing a helmet through the back roads of North Carolina.
To my surprise, on the backroads when I entered North Carolina, there was a small sign indicating that helmets were required. I smuggly kept riding and thinking to myself how cool it was that I probably wouldnt see a cop, and if I did, I would just tell him I did not see a sign and did not know I was in North Carolina yet.
At that moment, BAM! I was shaken to my core when a hawk, I beleive a sparrow hawk, swooped in front of me and colllided squarely with my rearview mirror. Because of sheer luck I did not wreck, but my heart was beating so fast I did stop to regain my composure.
As I rode away with my helmet on, I did have a lot of time on the ride back to imagine what that bird would have felt like plasterd to my face. I live in Texas now, and frankly dont wear a helmet around town. If I am ever killed because of not wearing a helmet, it isnt because I wasnt warned.
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