Reading the editors column in MCN last week whilst sat on the Lav with a cup of finest redbush, I pondered on the cliche "escapism, adventure and freedom" this to me is overplayed cos in truth when the weather is Kelter and the ride aint just right it can be total shxte.Why do we do it? after looking at loads and loads of helmet to go with our infamous Italian it dawned on me....
http://www.motolegends.com/helmets/shar ... -blue.html
Bollox to freedom it`s about dressing up and been someone else with anonymity for a few hours!
EDIT, soz I meant "HELMETS"
