Blinded By the Light
For a moment I felt like I was back at the orthodontist’s office in fourth grade. There was the cold sweat, the tunnel vision, and I swear I even heard my old elementary school friend Joey Martinez laughing in the distance. The same rush of embarrassment and resistance that overcame me when that sadistic doctor showed me my headgear for the first time came back and hit me like a ton of bricks. My boss, Kassie had plopped down two Princeton Tec headlamps on my desk and told me to give them a write up. “You really expect me to wear that?”, was all I could muster. Needless to say I wasn’t overly stoked on the proposition.
Of course, it wasn’t nearly as bad as the headgear but for that one little moment I felt a bit uncomfortable. I have never been a fan of headlamps. A few years ago when I went hiking with my dad and brother up in Northern California. We knew we would have to do some night treks and needed some lights. We went out to get some headlamps at the local outdoor shop and I tried on a few. The uncomfortable feel of the lamp on my forehead mixed with the constricting and headgear-esque grip of the elastic band made me cringe. The aesthetics of the gizmo were also less than desirable. I felt like I was that geek in 16 Candles at the school dance.
Definitely NOT a Princeton Tec
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