Is my whitewater helmet. Man did it save my butt last night (or rather my head, which are associated together if you talk to certain people). I was having a bad night for running rapids (my surfing was good, I just couldnt run to save my life) so I kept rolling. My roll is almost bombproof now, so rolling in a rapid is no big deal. Unfortunately the Elbow river (like most easter slope creeks) is very shallow and very rocky. So in the second last rapid, as I'm upside down setting up my roll thinking, man, it's shallow here, I hope I dont hit a rock, what happens? That's right, gooned by a rock on the side of the head. Hard enough to make me see stars. If I wasn't wearing a helmet it woulda broken something and I'm sure I'da been unconscious or worse. There's a wicked scar on the side of my helmet now too :D Luckily whitewater helmets, unlike say bike helmets, are made for multiple impacts. They're just a very hard shell with padding, so I don't need to replace it, which makes me a happy boy.
Good times anyway, and I still rolled up after the crank on the cranium, so hooray for that.
On the Kan on saturday, can't wait for that.
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