Years ago I never wore a helmet. Then one cold day I grabbed the old full face off the shelf. On the way home from work I got drilled by a guy in a truck. The bike shot out from underneath me and the first thing that hit the ground was the back of my head. I was stopped in traffic at the time, but without a helmet I would be a vegetable I am sure. A few years later I ran my rocket into the rhubarb and took a tree to the forehead. knocked me out clean, but I am still riding. So I guess I wear a helmet because I feel I owe it to my family to do my best to make sure the kiss I left was not the last one. But I do support letting people choose. Choices are good, wear a helmet, or don't. Carry a concealed weapon, or carry it in the open. Different strokes for different folks I guess.