I might have told you that i've come down with a case of poison oak. On the face. It's now creeping a cruel course down my neck.
And it's posing an interesting dilemma as i carry out my week without driving.
Should i wear the bike helmet, or not?
On normal occasions i don't mind taking the dork-route and wearing it religiously. This head has to provide for the rebelangel, after all. But seeing as how i've got a terrible allergy to anything even posing as poison oak, i risk the horror of recontamination if i wear it now.
So for now, i'm not wearing it. The Portland hipsters who don't ride bikes will consider me cooler, without the hat-head and the corny white-stickered headgear. And the hipsters who do ride bikes will scoff, sneering 'amateur' as i pass them by.