Ridge Helmet Winners Finally Announced
I know we promised this weeks ago, but with the weather so nice, and some spanky new gun metal grey V10's in the stable, somehow we got sidetracked. Congratulations go out to Glenn and Steve who take home the sweet Ridge helmets.
Why I need that helmet?
To hide my fear and tears of terror, giving the impression that I must know what I'm doing! Here are some of the entry highlights.
I need a helmet because I have three wonderful
children that all love to ride as much as I do. I
fell two years ago and hit my head really hard. I was
unconscious for 3 hours. I woke in the hospital and
my kids were all standing there looking at me. It was
absolutely one of my best and worst memories. If i
did not have a helmet that day I would have died. I
could not let that happen for something as dumb as not
wearing a helmet.
Usually, when a person wakes up on the side of the road with a headache it means he's hit the bottom of the bottle...ironically that statement couldn't be more accurate in my case...
It was about 11:30pm when I decided to ride for home after a particularly good freeriding session. I got onto the main road that runs through my town and out into the country and established a good pace. Seeing how the dangerous riding was behind me and noticing the fact that I was quite sweaty I pushed my helmet up off my forehead to wipe the sweat away and liking the nice breeze on my forehead I decided to leave the helmet the way it was. When I reached the outskirts of town the traffic was all but dead except for the occasional pick-up truck containing a cab full of whooping rednecks on their way to the local country bar. I wasn't really paying attention to the passing trucks, I was more focused on replaying the nights ride in my mind...SMASH!
I woke up with my face pressed against the spokes of my back wheel and a damn good headache when it kicked in, "What the hell!?". I had no idea what was going on, I was laying on top of my bike, on the side of the road, in the middle of the night, with blood running down my face and a broken beer bottle laying in pieces all around. I stood up feeling like I'd just come off a weekend long bender and glanced around trying to figure out what happened. Using my brilliant powers of deduction I cracked the case, I must not have noticed the bottle on the road and took a spill when my front tire hit it, what else could it have been? I hit the light on my watch and read the time to be 12:07am, I then picked up my bike and got home as quick as I could.
I walked in the door of my house looking like an axe murderer what with all the blood and such and so my father took me to the emergency room at the hospital for some stitches. The doctor asked me how I did it and I told him I'd run over a bottle while riding home. He put the kibosh on my brilliant explanation shortly after I explained what I thought happened when he took some glass out the top of my forehead.
It turns out that who ever was in the passing truck decided it would be fun to throw an empty beer bottle at the biker. Unfortunately, I happened to be that biker and I caught the bottle square in the forehead requiring me to have 7 stitches sewn into a big bruised lump. Now you see, I live in a place where riding exposes your melon to more than just hazardous terrain and the importance of a good helmet and helmet safety is punctuated with the smash of shattering glass.
A friend of mine (let's call him Big Dreams) wants to start
downhill racing. He doesn't have the money (nor the skills) to really
get into it. He plans on building a bike (somehow) and just going for
it. He doesn't have insurance. He doesn't do to well on trails with
corners. His wife and 4 year old son will kill him if he gets
disfigured from a racing accident (or even hitting dirt jumps at my
house, which he always does without a helmet). I hope you can find it
in your hearts to award a full-face helmet to me, so as to pass it off
to a friend in need, Big Dreams.
Because I don't want to become a politician.
You see, it’s not really a matter of why I want the helmet, it’s more of a matter of why I need the helmet.
It all started about two weeks ago while I was just chillin’ like a villain at my place, watching some Gilligan’s Island and I must say, that Mary-Anne is hot. Very much like Betty on The Flintstones. But those are a completely different matter. To get back on topic, I was watching some picture box, when my phone rings. I pick up the receiver, and it’s my buddy Ben! He’s all like, ‘Hey dude let’s do some riding,’ and I’m like, ‘Sure.’
So anyway, I get on my bike, put on my crusty old helmet and go over to see what’s up with Ole’ Dirty Ben. He’s sitting on his couch watching some Gilligan’s Island. He looks up, but only because he hears me going through his fridge. ‘Man, that Mary-Anne is hot.’ He says, as he sort of spits some of the chips that he was eating. ‘I know dude.’ I agree. When he finally remembers why I’m over he gets up off the couch and gets ready. Which basically consists of wiping the crumbs off of his shirt. Actually, I don’t think he even remembered, I think he just always goes riding after Gilligan’s Island, and it was just cool that I was there too. Which may seem weird, but what’s weirder is that he was already wearing his helmet. Don’t ask me why, it’s just the enigma that is Ben.
After he gets his bike out of his room (rumour is that he sleeps on the floor so the bike can have the bed), he tells me about some sort of ultra secret new trail that has never been ridden before. He downloaded the secret map off of the internet for fifty bucks. Being a good friend, I agree to go with him on this mystery journey. We pack up the bikes onto the rack on his Chevette, and by the time we got two dudes and two bikes onto it we practically bottomed the thing out. Which is alright cause during the summer the brown rusted paint always goes over well at the beach. Especially with it’s one litre engine of pure power. No wait, it doesn’t impress anyone at the beach. Never mind.
After an hour or two of driving and trying to decipher the map we think that we’re there. Or at least where the super secret map told us to go. It turned out to be a drive through window for sixty-nine cent burgers. Ben got ripped off. Now, you may think that I would be mad at him for wasting all this good riding time, my time, and his money. But hey, things could be worse. There’s no need in getting all stressed over little things. So, we work on some trials stuff off of some of the planters and picnic tables. We even built a jump and hit it for a while.
While we were having a bunnyhop competition, a couple of shady looking folks come up to us. I stop and the one dude looks me in the eye and says, ‘Are you here for THE trail?’ So, I was like, ‘Yep. You know where it is?’ He turns around and whispers some things to his buddy. When he turns back to face us he has a grim look on his face. He solemnly says, ‘Nope, never heard of it!’ They laugh for a while and his buddy throws a half-full chocolate shake at Ben.
Needless to say Ben was not very impressed, and in order to keep this story within the limits of being PG-13, I’ll just say this to those guys: the "Get Well Soon" card is in the mail. And, in case that one dude is reading this, if he still can, Ben’s real sorry about that eye gouge. Ben’s thumb still hurts.
So anyway, we head home. It was an overall uneventful day, just like the next few days after that. In fact, the entire week was uneventful. I did lots of riding, Ben came over to borrow my cheap bucket of a helmet, but that was about it. Then, about three days ago, I got a ring on the phone during Gilligan’s Island. I pick up, and it’s Ben just as expected. But instead of inviting me out for a ride, he starts slurring and yelling something about a week long government testing thing that he’s been on and how he’s now a trained killer and stuff.
Well, to make a long story short, Ben is set on killing me, and I, with no powers to combat his evil doings, would really appreciate that helmet. I’ve been locked up in my house for the last three or four days, eating as far away from any windows as I can. That Ben is pretty resourceful. So, If you get this, that means that my lines haven’t been cut yet, and you should consider me seriously in this contest. That helmet will be real useful, cause I’m going to need to go grocery shopping one of these days soon, and I think Ben has some nasty booby traps set up. Or, if you could send me an anti-government-trained-killer handbook, that would be alright too.
I would love to win a full face helmet for my 4 year old son. He is possessed by riding. I made the mistake of letting him watch the Cranked 4 video, and now he hums some of the tunes while trying to "catch air" off of any root, rock or curb. When he was 2 (no kidding) he did an endo with training wheels and knocked out his two front teeth. Just today he built a jump just a bit to bloody high and smashed his mouth and nose. After a bit of tears and some ice, he got right back at it building a little terrain course complete with teeter-totter. I'm in big trouble with this kid. A full face helmet could save me and him a bit.
I need that helmet because I never seem to be able to
keep my face off the ground. Maybe it's because I always try to do something
I know I probably won't be able to do. But that's how you get better, right?
I'll give you a little taste of what my face has gone through in my years of
riding. I've broken my nose on a retaining wall, chipped my two front teeth
in half when I baled down a steep, rocky downhill, pounded my top row of
teeth through my bottom lip when I landed on a teeter-totters balance rod
about five feet up, slammed the right side of my face on a tree and got a
huge, black lump under my eye, and then the usual cuts and scrapes every one
gets. So as you can imagine my face won't be attracting many women, that
just means I'll have to impress them with my riding skills, if I can ever
stop crashing. Now that I've told you my unfortunate experiences, I need a
helmet that will save me from then the next time one comes along. And I'm
sure the RIDGE REX can fulfill that duty. So that's "why I need that
helmet".
I need the helmet because my brain is expanding at such an alarming rate from reading all the info on your site that i need something to stop my head from exploding!!
Why I need that helmet?
To hide my fear and tears of terror, giving the impression that I must know what I'm doing! Here are some of the entry highlights.
I need a helmet because I have three wonderful
children that all love to ride as much as I do. I
fell two years ago and hit my head really hard. I was
unconscious for 3 hours. I woke in the hospital and
my kids were all standing there looking at me. It was
absolutely one of my best and worst memories. If i
did not have a helmet that day I would have died. I
could not let that happen for something as dumb as not
wearing a helmet.
Usually, when a person wakes up on the side of the road with a headache it means he's hit the bottom of the bottle...ironically that statement couldn't be more accurate in my case...
It was about 11:30pm when I decided to ride for home after a particularly good freeriding session. I got onto the main road that runs through my town and out into the country and established a good pace. Seeing how the dangerous riding was behind me and noticing the fact that I was quite sweaty I pushed my helmet up off my forehead to wipe the sweat away and liking the nice breeze on my forehead I decided to leave the helmet the way it was. When I reached the outskirts of town the traffic was all but dead except for the occasional pick-up truck containing a cab full of whooping rednecks on their way to the local country bar. I wasn't really paying attention to the passing trucks, I was more focused on replaying the nights ride in my mind...SMASH!
I woke up with my face pressed against the spokes of my back wheel and a damn good headache when it kicked in, "What the hell!?". I had no idea what was going on, I was laying on top of my bike, on the side of the road, in the middle of the night, with blood running down my face and a broken beer bottle laying in pieces all around. I stood up feeling like I'd just come off a weekend long bender and glanced around trying to figure out what happened. Using my brilliant powers of deduction I cracked the case, I must not have noticed the bottle on the road and took a spill when my front tire hit it, what else could it have been? I hit the light on my watch and read the time to be 12:07am, I then picked up my bike and got home as quick as I could.
I walked in the door of my house looking like an axe murderer what with all the blood and such and so my father took me to the emergency room at the hospital for some stitches. The doctor asked me how I did it and I told him I'd run over a bottle while riding home. He put the kibosh on my brilliant explanation shortly after I explained what I thought happened when he took some glass out the top of my forehead.
It turns out that who ever was in the passing truck decided it would be fun to throw an empty beer bottle at the biker. Unfortunately, I happened to be that biker and I caught the bottle square in the forehead requiring me to have 7 stitches sewn into a big bruised lump. Now you see, I live in a place where riding exposes your melon to more than just hazardous terrain and the importance of a good helmet and helmet safety is punctuated with the smash of shattering glass.
A friend of mine (let's call him Big Dreams) wants to start
downhill racing. He doesn't have the money (nor the skills) to really
get into it. He plans on building a bike (somehow) and just going for
it. He doesn't have insurance. He doesn't do to well on trails with
corners. His wife and 4 year old son will kill him if he gets
disfigured from a racing accident (or even hitting dirt jumps at my
house, which he always does without a helmet). I hope you can find it
in your hearts to award a full-face helmet to me, so as to pass it off
to a friend in need, Big Dreams.
Because I don't want to become a politician.
You see, it’s not really a matter of why I want the helmet, it’s more of a matter of why I need the helmet.
It all started about two weeks ago while I was just chillin’ like a villain at my place, watching some Gilligan’s Island and I must say, that Mary-Anne is hot. Very much like Betty on The Flintstones. But those are a completely different matter. To get back on topic, I was watching some picture box, when my phone rings. I pick up the receiver, and it’s my buddy Ben! He’s all like, ‘Hey dude let’s do some riding,’ and I’m like, ‘Sure.’
So anyway, I get on my bike, put on my crusty old helmet and go over to see what’s up with Ole’ Dirty Ben. He’s sitting on his couch watching some Gilligan’s Island. He looks up, but only because he hears me going through his fridge. ‘Man, that Mary-Anne is hot.’ He says, as he sort of spits some of the chips that he was eating. ‘I know dude.’ I agree. When he finally remembers why I’m over he gets up off the couch and gets ready. Which basically consists of wiping the crumbs off of his shirt. Actually, I don’t think he even remembered, I think he just always goes riding after Gilligan’s Island, and it was just cool that I was there too. Which may seem weird, but what’s weirder is that he was already wearing his helmet. Don’t ask me why, it’s just the enigma that is Ben.
After he gets his bike out of his room (rumour is that he sleeps on the floor so the bike can have the bed), he tells me about some sort of ultra secret new trail that has never been ridden before. He downloaded the secret map off of the internet for fifty bucks. Being a good friend, I agree to go with him on this mystery journey. We pack up the bikes onto the rack on his Chevette, and by the time we got two dudes and two bikes onto it we practically bottomed the thing out. Which is alright cause during the summer the brown rusted paint always goes over well at the beach. Especially with it’s one litre engine of pure power. No wait, it doesn’t impress anyone at the beach. Never mind.
After an hour or two of driving and trying to decipher the map we think that we’re there. Or at least where the super secret map told us to go. It turned out to be a drive through window for sixty-nine cent burgers. Ben got ripped off. Now, you may think that I would be mad at him for wasting all this good riding time, my time, and his money. But hey, things could be worse. There’s no need in getting all stressed over little things. So, we work on some trials stuff off of some of the planters and picnic tables. We even built a jump and hit it for a while.
While we were having a bunnyhop competition, a couple of shady looking folks come up to us. I stop and the one dude looks me in the eye and says, ‘Are you here for THE trail?’ So, I was like, ‘Yep. You know where it is?’ He turns around and whispers some things to his buddy. When he turns back to face us he has a grim look on his face. He solemnly says, ‘Nope, never heard of it!’ They laugh for a while and his buddy throws a half-full chocolate shake at Ben.
Needless to say Ben was not very impressed, and in order to keep this story within the limits of being PG-13, I’ll just say this to those guys: the "Get Well Soon" card is in the mail. And, in case that one dude is reading this, if he still can, Ben’s real sorry about that eye gouge. Ben’s thumb still hurts.
So anyway, we head home. It was an overall uneventful day, just like the next few days after that. In fact, the entire week was uneventful. I did lots of riding, Ben came over to borrow my cheap bucket of a helmet, but that was about it. Then, about three days ago, I got a ring on the phone during Gilligan’s Island. I pick up, and it’s Ben just as expected. But instead of inviting me out for a ride, he starts slurring and yelling something about a week long government testing thing that he’s been on and how he’s now a trained killer and stuff.
Well, to make a long story short, Ben is set on killing me, and I, with no powers to combat his evil doings, would really appreciate that helmet. I’ve been locked up in my house for the last three or four days, eating as far away from any windows as I can. That Ben is pretty resourceful. So, If you get this, that means that my lines haven’t been cut yet, and you should consider me seriously in this contest. That helmet will be real useful, cause I’m going to need to go grocery shopping one of these days soon, and I think Ben has some nasty booby traps set up. Or, if you could send me an anti-government-trained-killer handbook, that would be alright too.
I would love to win a full face helmet for my 4 year old son. He is possessed by riding. I made the mistake of letting him watch the Cranked 4 video, and now he hums some of the tunes while trying to "catch air" off of any root, rock or curb. When he was 2 (no kidding) he did an endo with training wheels and knocked out his two front teeth. Just today he built a jump just a bit to bloody high and smashed his mouth and nose. After a bit of tears and some ice, he got right back at it building a little terrain course complete with teeter-totter. I'm in big trouble with this kid. A full face helmet could save me and him a bit.
I need that helmet because I never seem to be able to
keep my face off the ground. Maybe it's because I always try to do something
I know I probably won't be able to do. But that's how you get better, right?
I'll give you a little taste of what my face has gone through in my years of
riding. I've broken my nose on a retaining wall, chipped my two front teeth
in half when I baled down a steep, rocky downhill, pounded my top row of
teeth through my bottom lip when I landed on a teeter-totters balance rod
about five feet up, slammed the right side of my face on a tree and got a
huge, black lump under my eye, and then the usual cuts and scrapes every one
gets. So as you can imagine my face won't be attracting many women, that
just means I'll have to impress them with my riding skills, if I can ever
stop crashing. Now that I've told you my unfortunate experiences, I need a
helmet that will save me from then the next time one comes along. And I'm
sure the RIDGE REX can fulfill that duty. So that's "why I need that
helmet".
I need the helmet because my brain is expanding at such an alarming rate from reading all the info on your site that i need something to stop my head from exploding!!
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