That’s when the idea hit me: If the little man started throwing down skids, maybe it’s time for a new protective lid. “Do you think he’d like a new helmet for the holidays?” I inquired. “Ohhhhh would he ever!” Came the reply.
And so began the tale of how and why I bought my 6-year-old cousin a MIPS-equipped Lazer Helmet. At the mention of his foray into dare-devilness, my mind zoomed to protection.