Currently, my elder son is bicycling from Penn Station to his job, every day, and yes, he wears a helmet, but that doesn’t mean my heart doesn’t skip a beat every time I contemplate him riding in nutty New York City traffic — especially if he’s having one of his days of creative pondering.
Yes, invisible bike helmets. I think if my son wore one, I might feel a little bit better as he cycles through Manhattan. Marginally.
This is one of those ideas that is so simple, and yet so brilliant, and I can’t wait for all the kinks to be worked out on it.
I won’t ruin the surprise for you. Check it out.
UPDATE: How about a bulletproof business suit to go with it, via Instapundit