I grew up in Lewiston and rode on motorcycles with both my father and grandfather. They always made sure we had helmets.

There’s a lot to be said for the “feeling of wind” through one’s hair, but there’s more to be said about wind blowing through a cracked skull and one’s brains. Personal freedom is all well and fine until it ends up as a mess on my curb or through my windshield.

I’ve seen both Knievels in person. Evel (Robert Sr.) provided an example: “Let me rap my knuckles on your arm; now your chest, back, leg. Now, let me knuckle you on top of the head. That one hurt, huh? Make sure you wear a helmet when you ride.”

I don’t see any NASCAR drivers complaining.

The only people against helmet laws need blunt-force trauma to the skull to knock some sense into them. But then it would be too late.

Richard F. Peterson, Upland, Calif.

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