Oh yeah. And I’m perpetually impressed by men who pull off George Michael stubble, a swathe of tattoos, an agressive ride style and still seem like they’d be nice to their mothers. I do not believe these men are required to smile to bake my noodle. Consider my noodle baked.
Among my current favourite “imaginary helmets” is a very slick black helmet (a lotta air, lean profile) with a delicate gold fan of colour emerging from the temple over the right side. A little “go faster” eighties glam.
In the mean time, this golden ticket is plenty sweet enough for me.