Well Thank you for the cowboy, I consider it as a compliment
(I'm on the far far left of the Mississippi
Now, a few words, some OT.
|Originally posted by skimum:
There have recently been some people in Oz who want to have 4 wheel drives banned in cities as when there is an impact between a 4WD & a sedan, the sedan & its occupants come off 2nd best. The people who drive 4WDs in the city & hardly ever go off city roads say one of the main reasons they got the 4WD is because they feel a lot safer in a collision. Who are you going to protect?
I've always been a 4x4 fan, will always be.
At home was always lobbying to buy one, only to have my just wed
wife reply "to what use?"
We were living in France, southern France, at that time.
Nice paved roads everywhere, full with French drivers, which can be as mad as their Italian cousins.
One morning, I was to work early shift, I came out of the flat to ride with my colleague. Driving toward the motorway we were
overcome by one really fast car (we were on a little Ford fiesta). Suddenly, my colleague, who was driving, alarmed said :"what's this guy doing?????"
A big car hit us from behind, at very high speed. Luckily, it hit us straight, having the effect to
to lift the back of our little car and projecting the car itself straight forward, thus we were able to stay on the road.
Then we noticed that the first car which had overcome us was stopped in the middle of the road.
Five guys (armed with knives) surrounded our car.
What to do? Fight? 5 to 1 (we were 2, but I in case of a fight I always count myself only. Too many times I entered a fight counting on my "friends" help, only to find myself alone)?
No way. To outsmart them was our only chance, then.
We waited until they were far enough from their car and then made an u turn and raced toward the Gendarmerie (Police) station, in the centre of the
village. What followed was Hollywood come true for me and my colleague, a race in the middle of the village with other two cars hitting uns from the sides trying to send us out of the road.
At last we reached the Police station, hoping to find the night watch, only to discover that the station was closed and no watch was there, because they were renewing the station, and the temporary station (where we drove)was open days only.
Talk about bad luck, the temp station was in a dead end. And our "friends" were waiting for us at the begining of it.
At that point I prepared to fight. Removed my white parka (damn, I've never worn a light coloured parka since, brown or navy or dark grey are my parka's colour, even if I am to go to work) searched for a big enough branch and started to walk
trhought the woods (beside the road) toward them. Instructed my friend to wait with the car, not to kill the engine and be ready to run again.
After few meters, I heard tires squeaking and the noise of cars running away. Even them did not know that the police station was closed! But could read the signs sayin "Gendarmerie".
We were saved. Got back in the car, and we drove home.
To my pregnant-of-six-months wife.
I'm telling all this for one reason.
While racing around, only one thought was in my mind, "I want to see my son birth".
Few months later, another colleague of mine was less lucky, he stopped got out of the car, was beaten and robbed. It turned out that it had been a standard robbers tactic of the area to hit drivers from behind(living in Camargue, every road is in the middle of nowhere, and you're on your own most of the times).
What surprised me most, was that everyone was making a point to tell me how France was "civilized" when compared to Italy, and that, surely, we had provoked the assault in some way.
Next car I bought, and with these episodes in mind was a nice old
Not fast, but big enough that if such a thing had occured again, it would enable me to drive through the bastards, no matter wheter they were on the car or off it. Plus, with two kids around, we really felt safer, even in a case of a normal accident, and to the hell with the others.
Sorry for the rant.
Now, about the helmets.
I agree, Nolo and all others, that the first line of protection is the way someone thinks,
his attitude and preparation, his intelligence and capacity to be rationale.
But, I cannot go out skiing assuming these things of other skiers, sorry but I can', especially when my children safety is concerned.
I already said what follows:
Last year, a 50ish racer wannabe (he was wearing an helmet) nearly hit me and my son, who was liyng after having taken a fall. I was skiing toward him to help him when, zap, this guy came out of nowhere from BEHIND me.
He then accused me of cutting his path!
I'm not an aggressive guy, and prefer to reason and talk than to hit, but that time I went really close to be younger and back to be more aggressive and hit the guy and beat the s***t out of him with one of my skis.
Poor ski, used for such an un-civilized thing as beating an idiot.
Bottom line, I still deem helmets useful.
I won't sneer at people for wearing one, neither at those who
don't (I don't). And, again, as soon as I'll find an helmet that suits me I'll buy it and wear it.
I still rely on my reflexes, and the years of judo practice to avoid risks when falling, and on my relative (compared to other Italians) bulkness to be visible enough for the idiots of this world to see me. But what if I'm confronting an out-of-control skier?
What if I loose control and hit with my head a tree? A rock?
I ski mostly on groomed, always inbound (pow terrain is off-limits most of the times in Italian resorts anyway. As soon as they see someone sking off groomesd terrain, next day you find
a safety net blocking the access to that terrain, I've found myself in this situation many times).
For those who want pow, then go AT, no pow "near" the resorts here. Seems to be the message.
As far as my sons, that's another story, thought.
I make my kids to wear helmets when skiing (and when biking and skating too) because of the other skiers, not to encourage them to go faster,they'd go fast anyway [img]smile.gif[/img] ; rather as an additional protection against fate.
Against which, one is never too much or too well equipped.
OMG, atta ramble. [img]redface.gif[/img]