Laws were made in the UK in 1973 that crash helmets are compulsory for motorcyclists. What I find worrying too is when I see cyclists not wearing helmets, falling from a cycle can be just as fatal as a crash on a motorcycle. I find this even worse when children are wearing them but not their parents! 
https://www.theukrules.co.uk/rules/driving/highway-code/motorcyclists/helmet-regulations.html
Oh they are compulsory now of course !!
But when l was riding was back in red rirding hoods days when men were men, and wimmin were
glad of it !!
Donkeyman! 
Oh yes. I get what you are saying.
And you are quite right. Gutsy biker men wearing no helmet and from the other side of the tracks was very hawt.
Ok point taken.
Helmets and glasses are not good bed partners.
When I met John he had a suzuki 250. After a while he bought a Honda 550 and it had full fairing on it. I had an orange helmet but it wasnât full face. John had a white full face helmet. We used to bomb down the motorway, heck, I wouldnât even dare get on a motorbike these days but back in the day we had some great trips out.
I remember going to Knaresborough in the summer of 76, and we all know how hot that year was.
Thanks for bringing the memories to the forefront Barry
Especially German helmets Spitty eh!!
Donkeyman!
German Helmets were never spectacular DM.
Those were the days LQ ??
Isnât there a song about that somewhere??
Donkeyman!
Other than riding my Panther into the back of a Pantechnicon when moving house, I have never ridden a motoring-bicycle without wearing a helmet.
I always wore an open face helmet, of the highest standard I could afford, with a peak so I had somewhere to park my googles, I mean goggles, just to look cool.
I didnât have to wear a helmet when I took my test.I always did though,you canât bounce off the road with your head.
Bubble Visors, say no more.
Good to see you posting again Queenie, hope you and John are on the mend nowâŠ
Talking about no helmets, back in the sixties my brother and I were doing up an old Tiger 90 that we had bought. We had been at it for weeks and spent all of our spare cash on it, new wiring, new big chrome headlight, new shocks, new alloy guards etc.
Our dad was a stickler for doing the right thing though, and said that we couldnât ride it until it was MOTâd and taxed, so we pushed it down to the garage, had it MOTâd and duly sent off for the road tax.
It was summer and I was an apprentice at the time on the buildings, and when I got home from work one evening still stripped to the waist, I saw that the tax disc had arrived. Not wanting to waste a moment I slapped it on to the bike, kicked it up and blasted down the road around four hundred yards to the traffic island, went right around it to head back, but then whilst accelerating hard in second gear, from out of nowhere appeared the biggest German shepherd I had ever seen and I hit him square on broadside amidships!
Over the bars I went and slid down the tarmac about thirty yards on my back and ended in a heap and skinless in the gutter. My brother had seen this happen though, as he was just arriving home as I set off and I promised I would only be a couple of minutes so that he could have his turn. He ran up the road straight by me, picked up the freshly bent Tiger and started wheeling it straight past me muttering what a selfish, useless so and so I was.
I finally managed to extricate myself from the gutter and returned home to a Luke warm bath, much Dettol and TCP and a very painful few weeks ahead. The bike wasnât totalled but looking pretty sorry for itself with most our work and money having suffered damage, and my brother never really forgave me for being so âcarelessâ, as apparently he would have swerved around the dog, ⊠yeah, of course you would⊠
Anyway there were many lessons learned that day regarding motorcycles and clothing and helmets, which I never rode without again and yes, although I still bear the scars I did survive, and am very thankful⊠
How badly was the pantechnicon damaged fruitcake??
Donkeyman!!
That sounds really painful Barry bejasus??
How was the dog??
I might have had no helmet, but l did have a first class padded vynil jacket that reached below me hips
Which kept me warm and absorbed any impact l might receive, fortunately when l did have a couple
of bad crashes ( both caused by careless car drivers turning across me) Then l always landed on me
arse??
Donkeyman l
Unlike me the dog didnât make it. 
Trust me though, I never rode without my leathers ever again⊠
dot scrambler in the early 60âs got me to work and back - small simple engine - I once took the entire bike apart cleaned it and re-painted it - that WAS a steep learning curve!
Well it survived the encounter.
it certainly did but needed re-tuning after that - one spark plug only of course but was that a bugger to get right!
have we run out of motorbikes or memories? - I recall driving through a hedge on one foggy night - did I post that one already? and me mate who had a francis barnett bike in good condition, may have been new - used to set off out into the cheshire countryside either all day or just the evening without a care in the world and of course it was drinking time. Off we went - crash helmet were considered to quique so were discarded - foolish? yes - dangerous -Yes? but heh they were the days of romance and danger and amazingly we never came to no harm mâlord! yes they were good days and good bikes
