Sixty-five years ago, when the roads were so much quieter and before the advent of cycling helmets, my twenty year old cousin was found on the ground. His unprotected head against the edge of the kerb, his bicycle between his legs. He had sustained a fractured skull and died on the operating table. If he had had the advantage of a cycling helmet he probably would have survived this tumble, no other vehicle involved.
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