I never wanted or felt the need to wear a helmet until....my son and I went on a MLK weekend trip to Camelback in PA. Last run on Sunday night (blue ice run) I washed out and it happened so fast I couldn't have braced myself if I wanted to. Long story short, I immediately knew I had a concussion, a mild concussion but a concussion none the less. And to add insult to injury, a separated shoulder. Needless to say I'll be getting a helmet. I love riding to much to risk taking myself out of the sport.