So... when it says 'Great' Helmet Debate, may we take it to mean Bog Standard Helmet Debate?
I don't have the sort of genitalia that are suited to waving, but there are one or two stretches of road where I fancy I might top 50mph. When it comes down to it, I invariably hit a fear barrier in the high 40s, which is gratifyingly endorsed by the last cycle computer I used, which clocked my top speed at 49.9. It may be inaccurate. Either way, when I am hurtling down Cilibion Hill or the road from Cray to Heol Senni, the possibility of smashing my unplasticked skull on the tarmac is just one of innumerable available fear scenarios holding me back from the magic number, and the bareheadedness merely a footnote to an unlikely catastrophe. Others include broadsiding a sheep and breaking my neck or back in a ditch with the phone landed just out of reach, providing carrion for graceful red kites until another cyclist stumbles across my bleached bones. I'm a little bit confused as to why the poxy polystyrene placebo thingy should be the clincher.