For thinking that this is an easy endeavour.
That I could just park myself somewhere in the middle of a busy commuter road and find myself the cyling sartorial splendour that is a fine man/lady on a fine bike, wearing a fine helmet.
You’d be wrong though.
Commuter o’clock is ugly.
And nobody’s stopping for a short girl waving her arms, saying “excuse me – could I just take a photo of your helmet?”