It's just a mercy I'm solvent; this isn't the sucking financial chest wound it could have been, and I could afford a decent replacement helmet.
This is the one I went for, if you're interested; sorely tempted as I was to blow £170 on a Lara Croft lid, once you've experienced a flip-up chinpiece you can't go back. It's essential, if you're me, for getting the thing on and off without first removing your glasses, and if you're cybersofa, for sneaking a crafty fag at rest stops.
Yes, I do derive a lot of pleasure from material objects. Am I bad?