Hipsters don't bike on trails, they bike on city streets w/o helmets.
In other words, they're damned fools.
Yesterday, on the way to the golf course, I saw a bunch of damned fools (w/ telltale University of Minnesota regalia) heading down the street on their hipster scooters. Some had scarves over their heads; none had a helmet.
All but one of them was female.
I thought men had a monopoly on two-wheeled damned foolishness. Live and learn!
Or: Crash and never learn again.
Which reminds me of a story from my column, published May 19, 1994:
Unclear on the concept:
From Dr. Friendly of St. Paul:
``Across from Tuesday's Bulletin Board was an article reminding people of the importance of wearing helmets for their summer activities.
``Naturally, I heartily endorse this advice.
``The attitude of some of the young people described in the story who are reluctant to use helmets reminds me of a patient I saw when I was in medical school:
``I was working in a rural emergency room one day when the ambulance brought in a 17-year-old who had been in a motorcycle accident. It had just started raining, and the road was slick; he'd tried to take a corner too fast and had laid the bike down and skidded quite a long way.
``Fortunately, all he had were scrapes and bruises. He had no head injury.
``Just as I was finishing up with him, a policeman came in and brought the young man his helmet, which they had taken off him at the scene. It was obviously a fancy and expensive helmet. It was a full-face unit - shiny, multicolored, metal-flake.
``One entire side of the helmet was ruined. It was deeply gouged and had obviously scraped along the asphalt with considerable impact for quite a distance. In some places, it appeared that the entire thickness of the hard shell had been penetrated, and you could see the soft inner lining.
``The young man was obviously very lucky.
``He looked at the helmet, groaned and said: `Oh, man! I just bought that a week ago! What a waste of $150!'''