I finally broke down and bought myself a skiing helmet. I'd been wanting to get one for a long time, at least since I got back into skiing in 2004, and I've tried on dozens of them. But each one made me feel like Great Gazoo from the Flinstones, that my head was now some kind of enormous unwieldy appendage. It wasn't pleasant.

Then someone in my house recommended the Giro 9.9. I checked it out. It fit. It didn't make me feel like a mutant. i bought it. And a funny thing happened when I bought it. I couldn't wait to get on the slopes in the morning.