Having battled the wind and the cold up through somewhere called Lutz, I turned and started to enjoy the ride back, spinning easily at 25MPH. Never underestimate... the other day I remarked how good the road was for cycling; well I let it effect my thinking and planning... I crossed the first rail of a railroad crossing and the 2nd rail caught me off guard. Came off, skinned my knuckles, bent my front wheel, but worst of all after a loud crack on the road, broke my Bell helmet. Picked myself up and literally 30-seconds later a passing Cop stopped, helped me collect my stuff together and gave me a ride back to the hotel... my pride was wounded, my helmet broken, my top ripped but nothing that won't be OK in a week or so.
WHY IS IT SOME CYCLISTS DON'T WEAR HELMETS?