Ahhhh, my old show-me state has decided if you’re 26 and have health insurance, you don’t have to wear a helmet anymore. I guess I’d still be alive, since I believe I was only 25 when I hit that black ice on the old Katana 550 and cracked my cocoanut hard on the Kansas City pavement.
Details – including a complete lack of objection from the American Motorcyclist Association – here at The Missouri Times.
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