I’m getting on a horse again. Less than one month from now, I will be mounting up for a two hour trail ride. My first time since October 1993. Almost 20 years after my last ride, I’ll be mounting up again. Western, and I’ll be wearing a helmet.
Because no matter how gentle the horse is, it’s still a horse, still a prey animal, and anything can happen. And I will always be prepared, no matter what. Even if this is my last ride, it will be with a helmet. People can mock me all they like, but I rather like my brain unscrambled!
If you take anything from this, it’s that I would be DEAD without that helmet. I still have it, crack and all. It reminds me regularly to nag my riding friends to buckle up when they saddle up.