I'm not sure how I feel about the techy helmet. I like the idea of having a display that gives me information like weather and traffic conditions, but at the same time with that kind of an internet up link and phone capabilities how many motorcyclists are going to be more concerned with watching that new music video on youtube rather than watching the road? I see riders every year in flip flops, shorts, and a tank top with a full face helmet.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf

The last thing I need to be doing while riding down the road is arguing with my helmet.

"Call Lilith"

"Did you say Tall Monolith?"

"No...Call Lilith"

"Did you say Fall Locksmith?"

"NO!!! Call Lilith"

"Did you say James Naismith?"

NO...STUPID ASSHOLE!!!

"Calling yourself"

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.

The last thing anyone needs to be doing is arguing with their helmet while going down the road.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf