I still remember at a biker hang-out, a guy on a harley parks his bike wearng a German helmet. An old guy says to him as he's walking up the stairs, "The last time I saw one of those helmets was in my crosshairs." I have a feeling the guy didn't "get it".
I always pause to reflect on the irony of a cruiser with several American flags waving and the rider is wearing one of those helmets. Kind of sad, really.