Yo DJ, let's kick it!


I have just received a very interesting email from Gemma, who described an encounter she had with a dickhead who wasn't wearing a helmet. I feel that to communicate the gravity of the situation to any hipsters who may be reading this, I will have to translate it into the international language of hip-hop. So DJ, lay down some phat beatz while I spit dis shit. Yo, check it!

I was ridin' on da footpath in the late afternoon
With my homegirl Lucy, yeah that's what we was doin'
The sun was bright orange and low in da sky
And Lucy said, "Girl, helmets just ain't fly!
I don't need that shit; I roll slow wit my wheels!"
I said, "Let someone hit ya and see how it feels!
Remember one time a dawg rode into me?
I don't wanna have beef, but let's just say we disagree!"

So to all my ladies, when your head goes smack
And your helmet ain't on, it's wiggity-wiggity-wack!
(wiggity-wiggity-wack? wiggity-wiggity-wack!)
If you're in a bike stack, it's wiggity-wiggity-wack!

And as we was rolling past da cemetery
This sucka rode by, looked like he was in a hurry
We pulled up to Lygon, a busy intersection
Peeps was waitin' at the lights to get all pedestrian
They flashed us the green, and we went to do our thang
When a car hit da sucka with a screech and a bang!
See, the driver turned early, he was blinded by the light
Couldn't see that douche, and did a runner in the night

So to all my fellaz, when your head goes smack
And your helmet ain't on, it's wiggity-wiggity-wack!
(wiggity-wiggity-wack? wiggity-wiggity-wack!)
If you're in a bike stack, it's wiggity-wiggity-wack!

So the sucka kissed road, and he didn't look cool
With a peak-hour crowd knowing he's a damn fool
It was lucky for the dawg that his bike took the hit
But his wheels were totalled; he wasn't riding shit!
So he had to drag it home; I said, "He got served!
That cocky motherfucker got just what he deserved!"
And Lucy said, "Damn girl, perhaps you was right
Let's hit up Kmart for some helmets tonight!"

So to all my people, when your head goes smack
How many times I tell you? it's wiggity-wiggity-wack!
(wiggity-wiggity-wack! wiggity-wiggity-wack!)
Yo, we outta here, it's wiggity-wiggity-wack!

A precious life saved - by a helmet!


According to this report, former soapie star Daniel McPherson was saved from certain death in a freak bike smash ... by his helmet. The erstwhile Neighbours and The Bill actor, who currently hosts that intellectual powerhouse of a TV show, Killer Sharks, was in training for an iron man competition. His girlfriend, Big Brother alum and lip gloss entrepreneur, Jemma Gawned, rushed to Sydney to be by his side.

MacPherson had been in heavy training for his tilt at the upcoming Australian Ironman Championships when the chain on his bike jumped off while he was going downhill at 65km/h.

He was thrown over the top of his bike and his helmet took the brunt of the accident.

"The helmet was smashed to smithereens," a spokeswoman for MacPherson said yesterday.

"No one can believe he didn't have a lot worse injuries. His family strongly believes that, given the force of the impact, the helmet saved his life."
So there you go. Helmets don't just save lives, people. They save precious lives. It's things like this that keep my chin up as I strive to make helmet-wearing seem cool to the asymmetric crowd.

Long Island Head Injury Association


Dear hipsters,

I just found the website of the Long Island Head Injury Association. You, too, can hang with these fine people (or their Australian comrades). All you have to do is not wear a bike helmet.

Just sayin'.

Omelette you wear a helmet


I recently got this eggheaded image from Virginia. It is apparently from Germany, which makes sense to me because there is something very 'European' about it, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. Still it is a perfect example of why road safety campaigns based on the threat of head injury won't work on hipsters. They just don't care. They think the laws of gravity (and of the road) don't apply to them.

However, hipsters do care about the threat of mockery. So the best thing to do with pictures depicting head injuries is give them Vice Magazine-style captions.

So you're a bald douchebag riding down the street one day, and the sight of your luxuriant chest hair fluttering in the breeze sends onlookers into a kind of frenzy. And they're running along after your bike like deranged Beatles fans and you feel a little pleased, until you realise they're all carrying screwdrivers.

I saw this guy riding along Canning Street in his bodacious Oakley sunglasses and his "No Fear" t-shirt, singing along to Nickelback. And I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong, until it dawned on me: he wasn't wearing a helmet!

No helmet no bike? Wah wah wah


And a big whassup to my homie Jonathon, who directed me to perhaps the finest Web Page on the Information Super-Highway: No Helmet, No Bike, aka "Neuroscience for Kids". Truly it is a riveting read. My favourite part was:
"The brain is a delicate and fragile organ. It contains all of your memories and your ability to form new ones. It is everything you were and everything you will be."
We all know how these existential issues prey on the delicate and fragile minds of hipsters, especially when they're shitfaced drunk or coking out of their skulls. ("It's like, in I Heart Huckabee's...", "Omigod, Jason Schwartzman is so fucking hot...", "Yeah, I'd totally tell him I'm into Cum-ooh!")

But the comic art that comes with this website is genius. Could that kid be any more of a hipster, with his pink 80s hoodie and his vintage dove-grey hi-tops? This makes me think of starting an online comic here. It would be called Wah Wah Wah - The Helmetless Adventures of Corey. Please feel free to suggest possible plotlines in the comments.

Colour me hip


So I found this colouring-in picture over at the Bicyle Helmet Safety Institute. It's actually intended to teach pre-schoolers how rad helmets are, but it's also perfect to create ironic hipster art posters. Here's one I prepared earlier.

Please bear in mind that this took me all of half an hour. But before you say, "That's crap!", please note exhibits A and B:

I'm sure you could do better. Which is why I'm uploading the original colouring-in sheet as a template for you to have a go yourself.

Colouring-in Template

Right-click and save the image, pissfart about with it in Photoshop, Illustrator or MS Paint, and email it to your friends. Don't forget to send us a copy so we can start a gallery of shonky hipster art.

Actually, I'm really annoyed with myself that I didn't get some kind of wanton sex reference in my poster. Over to you, then.

Does whatever a cyclist can


Just picture yourself cruising the streets wearing this baby. Nobody is going to fuck with Spiderman, even if he does have one pants leg tucked into his sock.

I found Spidey at The Helmet Guy, who has a truly hardcore range of helmets for the discerning consumer. Here are some more of my favourites.

Even if your name isn't Nick, I still think you're super. Really. I do.

Yowza! That snake is cold-hearted enough to attract a legion of Paula Abduls! And if you really wanna fuck with people, perhaps this is the helmet for you.

I heart Tron



If we could just make the helmets glow, then everyone could be Jeff Bridges in 1982.

Spread the word!


You can help keep the next creative generation safe and street! Here’s how:

Download our computer wallpaper, stencil and t-shirt designs as an entire PDF or as individual design elements for remixing! Then parade about at hipster events.

Email photos of sweet hipster helmet action, awesome helmet-related links, and your remixed Helmets for Hipsters artwork, to us here.

Petition your favourite celebrities to support this valuable community safety project.

Link to us, and pimp us on your blog. Sure we’re whores, but we’re good whores - because we have the wellbeing of the world’s hipsters at heart.

How the project works


How can we get the yoof of today to wear a helmet? Well, it’s a known fact that there are certain things no hipster can resist.

Ironic, retro pop culture references. If we’re gonna make helmets cool, we’ll have to infuse helmet wearing with a knowing sense of nostalgia. This project will seek out awesome examples of helmets in pop culture, so hipsters can tell their friends, “No, I’m not a dick; I’m, like, critically engaged!”

Pictures of themselves in online photo galleries. Hipsters will do anything to get their photos taken and immortalised on the web. So this project will feature outstanding street-style pics of hipster cyclists wearing helmets, in order to encourage their peers to follow suit.

DIY cultural production. Hipsters love to customise clothing, pissfart about with stencil street art, and start up bands. So we’re going to produce a range of stuff you can download, tinker with, and stick in public space.

Cruel, amoral mockery. Oh, there’ll be plenty of opportunities to point and laugh here, don’t you worry.

About Helmets For Hipsters

  • I grew up riding my bike without a helmet, feeling the breeze in my hair. Then that darn government made helmet wearing compulsory. It still is. But you try telling that to fancy-free young urbanites. So in the interest of safeguarding the well-coiffed craniums of my generation, I decided to launch a community service project… Helmets for Hipsters.

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