The other day, on my way home from work, I was about six or seven wheels behind a girl on her bicycle on Dorchester Avenue. Her helmet caught my attention. The helmet didn't look goofy like any bicycle helmets, like the one on my head. Her helmet reminded of equatrian hats. In other word. It was errr...., cute (word I've been successfuly avoiding until today).
When the light turned red, I rode up next to her and commented on her helmet.
"Thank you," she said, "I ride horses."
"Aaaahhhhh, you look cool."
And this morning, while waiting for the light to turn gree on Mass Ave. near Symphony Hall, I saw a guy on his bike wearing a helmet with a dove on his helmet. I kid you not. It was a real size dove, standing on its two feet on the guy's helmet.
But I don't think it was real dove though because the dove stood still on his helmet as he sped up on Huntington Avenue. Unless the darn bird was trained, or it was drugged. Then it would be another story.
Hopefully I will see him again and see if the dove is still on his helmet.
I've seen some creative bicyclists with their decorated their helmets with feathers, horns and decorative felts. Now, I'm thinking about my helmet..............
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