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As a former biologist, I'm pretty comfortable calling bullshit on this:

Thermahelm Motorcycle Helmet Helps Prevent Injury by Inducing Brain Freeze: Traditional helmets are lined with a thick layer of polystyrene foam, exacerbating brain injuries by acting as an insulating layer and allowing the brain to reach its fatal threshold temperature. The Thermahelm is a clever invention that combines the insulating properties of traditional helmets and the medical advantages of therapeutic hypothermia to create a helmet that may prevent fatalities in motorcycle crashes induced by brain damage.

There's a kernel of truth in there, in that cooling the brain well below body temp via cold saline injection into the jugular vein could indeed reduce brain injury, but cooling down the outside of your head will two things: jack and shit. He should have come up with a liner that keeps biker's heads cool on a hot summer's day without futzing with ice-water, *that* would rightly sell like hotcakes ;P.
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As a former biologist, I'm pretty comfortable calling bullshit on this:

Thermahelm Motorcycle Helmet Helps Prevent Injury by Inducing Brain Freeze: Traditional helmets are lined with a thick layer of polystyrene foam, exacerbating brain injuries by acting as an insulating layer and allowing the brain to reach its fatal threshold temperature. The Thermahelm is a clever invention that combines the insulating properties of traditional helmets and the medical advantages of therapeutic hypothermia to create a helmet that may prevent fatalities in motorcycle crashes induced by brain damage.

There's a kernel of truth in there, in that cooling the brain well below body temp via cold saline injection into the jugular vein could indeed reduce brain injury, but cooling down the outside of your head will two things: jack and shit. He should have come up with a liner that keeps biker's heads cool on a hot summer's day without futzing with ice-water, *that* would rightly sell like hotcakes ;P.
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I was at GBM yesterday and saw they had some lids I'd never heard of - Shark helmets. They fit me better than my current Shoei (apparently my head is not so round as I thought ;P) and they have an XS in stock (and all their in-stock Sharks are 15% off right now). It's a little girly (OTOH, I appreciate the tai-chi-symbol-with-koi graphic ;), but that particular model has a good review from webBikeWorld (apparently Sharks are quite popular and respected over the pond). I'm thinking it's about time to replace my lid. . .
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I was at GBM yesterday and saw they had some lids I'd never heard of - Shark helmets. They fit me better than my current Shoei (apparently my head is not so round as I thought ;P) and they have an XS in stock (and all their in-stock Sharks are 15% off right now). It's a little girly (OTOH, I appreciate the tai-chi-symbol-with-koi graphic ;), but that particular model has a good review from webBikeWorld (apparently Sharks are quite popular and respected over the pond). I'm thinking it's about time to replace my lid. . .
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Hey [livejournal.com profile] water_childe, if you ever decide to take up riding (ala my icon) I've found your gloves.
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Hey [livejournal.com profile] water_childe, if you ever decide to take up riding (ala my icon) I've found your gloves.
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I was riding home from my bi-weekly weigh-in for science and another biker passed me to the left. It's an Icon squid, wearing a full-face helmet of said brand, a shirt, jeans, and a some chucks. As I passed through the first of the Double Donuts of Doom I noticed the traffic looks pretty bad so I opt to cut through Fresh Pond Mall. Apparently the Icon squid did the same thing - as I came around the corner of the place Wellspace used to be, I saw a bike on the ground. He was on the ground somewhat nearby, having already taken off his helmet, examining his knee.

I parked the bike and headed over to where he was sitting to look over the damage. It wasn't bleeding much, just a bit welling up around the edges of a patch the size of a quarter, but where there wasn't blood all I saw was white. This could not be a good thing - I haven't seen as many cadavers as a medical doctor in training would, but my best guess was I was looking right at the patellar tendon. Despite that his landing was certainly fairly good - there was no gravel that would need scrubbing out, and I wiped off what little dirt there was in the area with an alcohol pad (note to self: make some sort of first aid kid to stash in your bag). A little further down his leg was a similar scrape, also bleeding minimally but also looking like maybe a bit of white was showing (possibly the He also cut his hand, which was bleeding a bit more than the leg (a lady who was even less clueful about what to do than me was exclaiming about the blood on his face, which fairly obviously came from that hand cut).

He and the cager involved (not having seen it I have no idea who hit whom) got his bike off the ground. One of the mirrors broke off, as did the frame slider and the left faring was cracked as well as a side cover that sticks out from the faring (I don't know what kind of bike it was, other than "sports bike" - it was flat black with no branding on it). He didn't want an ambulance so I just told him to make sure it got looked at, knowing full well the cops would bring at least an ambulance with them no matter what he said. I tried to corral him a bit, it was clear he wanted to walk off the adrenalin but with that wound I didn't think that was wise. He apologized for being an asshole, even though all things considered he was extremely well-behaved. I left as one cop cruiser, one ambulance, and one fire truck made their appearance, since I knew at that point I'd have nothing to contribute (not being a witness and the guy not needing emotional support or anything).

I don't know if I helped any, but at least I didn't do any harm. I managed to stay calm and keep things together a bit more than they would have been if I hadn't been around; things certainly would have been fine without me, but I had to do something. First Aid training is all well and good, but I think what I really want is training in what the fuck to do when you're first one the scene. They went over that a little bit in First Aid, but I want something more focused, I guess.
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I was riding home from my bi-weekly weigh-in for science and another biker passed me to the left. It's an Icon squid, wearing a full-face helmet of said brand, a shirt, jeans, and a some chucks. As I passed through the first of the Double Donuts of Doom I noticed the traffic looks pretty bad so I opt to cut through Fresh Pond Mall. Apparently the Icon squid did the same thing - as I came around the corner of the place Wellspace used to be, I saw a bike on the ground. He was on the ground somewhat nearby, having already taken off his helmet, examining his knee.

I parked the bike and headed over to where he was sitting to look over the damage. It wasn't bleeding much, just a bit welling up around the edges of a patch the size of a quarter, but where there wasn't blood all I saw was white. This could not be a good thing - I haven't seen as many cadavers as a medical doctor in training would, but my best guess was I was looking right at the patellar tendon. Despite that his landing was certainly fairly good - there was no gravel that would need scrubbing out, and I wiped off what little dirt there was in the area with an alcohol pad (note to self: make some sort of first aid kid to stash in your bag). A little further down his leg was a similar scrape, also bleeding minimally but also looking like maybe a bit of white was showing (possibly the He also cut his hand, which was bleeding a bit more than the leg (a lady who was even less clueful about what to do than me was exclaiming about the blood on his face, which fairly obviously came from that hand cut).

He and the cager involved (not having seen it I have no idea who hit whom) got his bike off the ground. One of the mirrors broke off, as did the frame slider and the left faring was cracked as well as a side cover that sticks out from the faring (I don't know what kind of bike it was, other than "sports bike" - it was flat black with no branding on it). He didn't want an ambulance so I just told him to make sure it got looked at, knowing full well the cops would bring at least an ambulance with them no matter what he said. I tried to corral him a bit, it was clear he wanted to walk off the adrenalin but with that wound I didn't think that was wise. He apologized for being an asshole, even though all things considered he was extremely well-behaved. I left as one cop cruiser, one ambulance, and one fire truck made their appearance, since I knew at that point I'd have nothing to contribute (not being a witness and the guy not needing emotional support or anything).

I don't know if I helped any, but at least I didn't do any harm. I managed to stay calm and keep things together a bit more than they would have been if I hadn't been around; things certainly would have been fine without me, but I had to do something. First Aid training is all well and good, but I think what I really want is training in what the fuck to do when you're first one the scene. They went over that a little bit in First Aid, but I want something more focused, I guess.
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Perhaps they actually didn't: http://www.dothetest.co.uk/

Man, no wonder bike + pedestrian = recipe for disaster
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Perhaps they actually didn't: http://www.dothetest.co.uk/

Man, no wonder bike + pedestrian = recipe for disaster

This Day

Mar. 4th, 2008 11:38 am
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Every year, usually in February but certainly sooner or later as well, there comes a fateful day. You are heading somewhere, to work or on an errand or whatnot, and the moment you walk outside you stop. You tilt your head up, not so much to see as to smell and feel the air, so different from the cold deadness that has gripped the land for some months now. A few beats pass and you know, beyond all doubt: today is a good day to ride. No matter what you are about to do, you must adjust your plans because the universe itself has decreed that on this day of days there will be riding. You must go back inside just long enough to check the weather report for rain, put on the proper gear, and prepare whatever you need to bring with you, because there is no denying the air that whispers softly of spring.

It is something that those in more temperate climes will never understand, the day of days when winter breaks, if only for a moment, a reign too long for all but the most MHP of bikers. But even the MHP know that today is different - no need for heated grips or vests, no need for fancy head coverings under one's helmet, no ABS rumble or the clatter of screw-studded knobblies. For today is a good day to ride.

This Day

Mar. 4th, 2008 11:38 am
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Every year, usually in February but certainly sooner or later as well, there comes a fateful day. You are heading somewhere, to work or on an errand or whatnot, and the moment you walk outside you stop. You tilt your head up, not so much to see as to smell and feel the air, so different from the cold deadness that has gripped the land for some months now. A few beats pass and you know, beyond all doubt: today is a good day to ride. No matter what you are about to do, you must adjust your plans because the universe itself has decreed that on this day of days there will be riding. You must go back inside just long enough to check the weather report for rain, put on the proper gear, and prepare whatever you need to bring with you, because there is no denying the air that whispers softly of spring.

It is something that those in more temperate climes will never understand, the day of days when winter breaks, if only for a moment, a reign too long for all but the most MHP of bikers. But even the MHP know that today is different - no need for heated grips or vests, no need for fancy head coverings under one's helmet, no ABS rumble or the clatter of screw-studded knobblies. For today is a good day to ride.
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WANT TOY

Hey, it'd be perfect for zipping down to school and back, right?

. . .

*sigh*
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WANT TOY

Hey, it'd be perfect for zipping down to school and back, right?

. . .

*sigh*
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Mad Max, eat your heart out
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Mad Max, eat your heart out
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Thus far, I've learned (amongst other, less interesting/amusing things) that an accident is when someone is maimed or killed, or when there's "significant property damage" (the USDOT definition is $50k, but it varies by location). Otherwise it is called an incident. This can be a useful distinction for a biker ;P.
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Thus far, I've learned (amongst other, less interesting/amusing things) that an accident is when someone is maimed or killed, or when there's "significant property damage" (the USDOT definition is $50k, but it varies by location). Otherwise it is called an incident. This can be a useful distinction for a biker ;P.
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Because it never hurts to be reminded every so often to pay a-bloody-ttention (mpeg).
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Because it never hurts to be reminded every so often to pay a-bloody-ttention (mpeg).

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