Sam, keep that helmet near and dear to your heart. Back in the early '70s I owned a bargain basement white get the job done lid for riding on two powered wheels. My Dad, a great artist in my very biased opinion, looked at that expanse of white as an unfinished canvas. He painted a country scene as if it was a 180 degree view of road. I loved it, but later I also found someone I loved. Now there was another basic white skull-bucket hanging from my handle bars. Of course my Dad grabbed that raw plastic canvas and finished it of 1,2,3. When put front to front, those two helmets made a complete 360 view of the Western New York countryside. Great writing on your part and, as the song goes, "Thanks for the memories..."
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