This guy leaving his helmet on the ground. Spiders are real bro.
Time for a funny story about helmets!
My Dad had this ratty old red helmet that he kept in the shed. God knows why, we all had better helmets, but he still kept it. One day he calls home asking for a lift from the train station, and I pick up. Mum and my sister are there, but I hatch an evil plan…
I go in to the shed, grab the helmet, and pop it in my pannier bag. Mum and Coz get in the car and drive to the train station, parking at the upper parking lot (which is right next to the pick up and drop off station). I go to the pick up and drop off station and pull out the ratty helmet with rotted foam. Dad tunnel visions on me, but more specifically, me saying, “I couldn’t find your helmet, so I just grabbed this one and headed over.” It has never been harder to keep a straight face, even behind a full face helmet.
He knew something was up while Mum and Coz were busy laughing their heads off in the car. I don’t remember if he actually put the helmet on, or if he was just about to put the helmet on, but Mum pops out of the car and says, “Honey, what are you doing?”
About 3 seconds later I discovered that it’s really, really hard to run at a full sprint through the parking lot in head to toe armor. My brother in law’s advice to my fiancee was, “Don’t marry in to the family.” Plenty of good pranking going on in this family.