“Hello? Hey Richie what’s going on?” “Not much, what are your plans for the day?” “Oh, I was just headed out to ride some trails, do you want to go?” “Yeah, pick me up.” “Alright see ya in a minute.”

As I walked to my truck, I noticed my helmet sitting on the porch, I hadn’t worn it much lately, but I decided to grab it just in case. I drove to Richie’s house thinking of what a great day it was going to be. I pulled into his driveway, where he was waiting. We loaded his bike and were ready to leave when he asked me “Should I grab my helmet?” “Might as well I’ve got mine.” I replied.

We had small talk on the way up the mountain, both of us excited to just get riding. Finally we were there. We unloaded our bikes talking about the trails we would ride that day. As we were ready to take off I again noticed my helmet.

“Richie” I yelled “You wearing your helmet?” “I don’t think so, it’ to hot and uncomfortable.” “Yeah but we’ll be riding all day m

We were headed off the mountain when I realized my key was still in my bike. I argued with Richie telling him we had to go back for it. Poor guy just tried to reason with me, and drove me off the mountain.

“Tim, Tim, wake up, are you ok?” I could hear a voice calling my name but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. I slowly opened my eyes and there lay my most prized possession my 4-wheelere, twisted and mangled and definitely not rideable. I jumped up and was headed to my bike, when the pain hit. I looked down, I was covered in blood and my collarbone was sticking out of my shoulder, everything again went black.

I was jolted back to consciousness as Richie heaved me onto his bike. “Hold on buddy, we’ve got to get you off this mountain before you loose to much blood.”

“Tim” he said “we’re very glad your still with us. You’ve given us all quite a scare.” “What happened?” I asked trying to recall why I was here. “You were in a 4-wheeler accident. You’ve severely broken your collar bone, and took quite a hit to the head.” It was starting to come back to me when Richie walked into my hospital room carrying my helmet. “Hey bud” he joked “glad to see your awake. You recognize your helmet?” I did but it was pretty toe up. There was a two inch wide and one half inch deep gouge in it and the face mask was gone. “Wow, Guess I’ll need a new on of ….” I was saying when the doctor interrupted me and said “ Do you realize that helmet saved your life? Th

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