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When I first moved to NA from the slavlands my parents bought me a departament store BSO (which I thought was a totally badass MTB at the time) and I spent my pre-pubescent days in the early 00's riding around the local hills trying to hit sick jumps and so on. The concept of "wearing a helmet" was unheard of to me or my family and I was very surprised that a strangely large number of cucknadians that passed me on bike paths would make unsolicited snarky remarks about where my helmet was.
The worse was this boomer that legitimately got offended after seeing me go down a hill and do a front flip after burying my front wheel into a whole I didn't see. I just got back on my bike, flipped him off and rode away.
Fucking wectoids, man.
(I now wear a helmet occasionally but only when I feel like pretending I'm in a race)
