I like Ford trucks. I also like Simpson helmets.
When I was 17, I was on an old Yamaha V-max (OH THE POWER). I was doing about 50 MPH on a surface street, when some guy in an old Ford truck pulled out of a driveway right in front of me. He was trying to turn left, going across my lane to get to the next lane. I didn't have enough time to stop. I couldn't swerve left, as traffic was oncoming. Swerving right might have been an option, but I don't remember.
I don't recall exactly what I did, but I assume it was squeeze the front brake lever, slide my butt over and turn hard left, because I ended up sliding sideways (perpendicular to the road). I lifted my leg up over the gas tank as much as I could. I smashed into the truck, fell into the bed, then bounced out and tumbled onto the street. It was the scariest ****ing thing that I have ever experienced. I blacked out for about 15 seconds (I think). I thought "I'm dying" as I started losing sensation in my extremities and blacking out.
When I came to, the guy was climbing out of truck. I did a limb check, everything still attached and functional. I lay on the road for a moment, then took off my helmet. I discovered a hole in my old Simpson helmet almost 2 inches deep, and about two inches wide. Apparently, he had a few old railroad spikes in the bed of his truck, one of which nearly caved in my head. I was able to walk away with some scrapes from sliding on the road, a bruised rib, and a big ****ing headache. I had to go to the ER and all that, but they let me leave after only a couple of hours.
His Ford truck looked he had side-swiped a post. Only minor cosmetic damage. It was pretty tough.
Anyway, I always wear a helmet. Some people don't believe in it, but I will always wear one, no matter what. Same thing goes for seatbelts.