On the odd occasion (very rare) that I look at my old Joe Brown helmet and see the quite respectable crack in the back, I'm kind of glad I was wearing it that day in October 1976, when I had a foothold break off on a grade 2 move about 8 or 9 metres up Mazurka in the Wolgan. We usually didn't wear them in those days, especially when it was hot, and were only doing so because of the amount of loose stuff that was supposed to be around. |