So sad.... I'm at Laconia Bike Week. Earlier today I had what was too close to a front row seat to a horrible wreck. New Hampshire is a choice state, you can choose to wear a helmet or not. As you can imagine many people ride sans lid. There's a ton of traffic that will only build, scantly clad women lining the road, bikes everywhere and makeshift bars under tents. A situation ripe for distractions. We're at a place called the Funspot which is on rt 3 a main road to rally central. This afternoon a guy on a custom cruiser got going a little too fast, got a little to distracted and center punched the back of a mini van. He bounced off the van and tumbled down the road with a few head smacks. The bike exploded. Literally, as in big boom. I suppose custom bike builders don't think about crumple zones or keeping the gas in the tank in the unlikely event of a crash. The girl serving pizza heard him screaming in pain, then he was quiet as he bled out from a massive head wound. From riding to dead in just a few minutes. It made me mad. Right about now a mother, father and perhaps wife and kids are being informed that he's gone. Sometime soon the word will spread to his friends and co-workers if he had any. All those people now have to deal with the loss and for his immediate family the void that will never be filled. That to me is more tragic than the death of the rider, he made a selfish choice and will never ride again. I support your right to choose to wear a helmet or not. Granted I believe that a helmet is one thing that never gets ignored and riders who choose not to wear one are to some degree playing Russian Roulette with their lives. I bet this guy felt he was a highly skilled rider and he would *never* have a problem, especially at bike week where it's hard to go more than 30 within 10 miles of Weir's Beach. But he did. Next time you exercise your right to choose not to wear a helmet think not of what may happen to you but think of all the people who care about you or depend on you and imagine what it would be like for them to get the call or visit from the police to inform them you're dead. Or think of the young lady selling pizza who heard a horrific scream and got to watch a man die for really no good reason. Fuck.