...every once and a while.
OK, every day.
This is my probie helmet from when I was 16 years old.
I found it hanging at a Firehouse Subs. Can you believe that?
How did I know it was mine? Well...It still has the broken ratchet, the big dent where a good friend dropped a an officer's tool on my head in class, and a somewhat peeling, reflective #4 on it. Yup. Still there...that's mine.