The bike was my only transportation. When I was not on the bike, I carried my helmet. Pretty much everywhere. Often, my autism prevents me from understanding what you are talking about. Your way of seeing the world is not the world I know or see. I won’t know what it is you want from me, and social interaction is like eating glass. I finally realized how the helmet I always carried separated me from them. I wanted a piece of that. I drive a bike to school. The law says I have to wear the helmet, but sometimes I forget. I would ask those guys if they wanted to ride some shotgun. They all wanted it. Every last one of them.