Let me begin by welcoming you to another year of hot helmets. After a restful and peaceful Christmas and New Year break (ps Santa did not bring my Pat Benatar Helmet, but I forgave him…) the year is heating up in so many more ways than one…
Ugh, actually, it’s 41 degrees right now and I can’t believe that I just tried to amp you all up into the new god-damn year of bike lids. We should all go back inside to our houses and stay cool in summer. Helmet or no helmet, this is no weather for riding. My bottom was actually getting burnt by the hot nail heads on my porch for this shot. And that beer was no where near cold enough to justify being outside for more than a minute.
As for those heading for the hills later this month, I hear today is their first “catastrophic fire risk” day; Tour Down Under says “Sun Cream or Sun Scream” to any riders or spectators foolish enough to forget to Slip, Slop, Slap.
eleanor j jackson 
Oh darlin’, Santa never brought me Pat Benetar for Christmas either. Mind you I was angling less for the Pat Benetar Helmet and more for the actual herself, but either way, seems to me Claus is holding out on us both. Bastard!
Secretly, I kind of pined for Pat herself too…
But in the end, a matt black helmet with sparkly gold trim eighties-style will have to do. Let’s see what the fat man provides next year, eh?