The man in the Black Leather German Motorcycle Helmet was just sitting there, staring intently into my eyes, from his motorcycle. Although his gaze was fixed upon mine, there was still a look of despair behind his menacing front, as if it wasn't him that was gazing deep into me, but more something within him trying to escape into me. The feeling it left within me drifted throughout my mind all day, as it did most days I saw him on my way to work.
There were just so many questions I needed to answer about his presence, purpose and, most of all, why his glare chilled me to my spine, yet drew me to him, to help him, although I did not know with what.
Was it the German Leather Motorcycle Helmet that intrigued me? Only a special man can pull off a motorcycle helmet with such power, such intrigue.Was it the danger that he walked upon without a DOT rating? Maybe.
I can't say what it is, but I know that a man in a Novelty German Leather Motorcycle Motorcycle Helmet is far too vicious for me.
This is not a D.O.T. Certified helmet.