when designing this helmet with the wings, I had in mind a Wagnerian Brunhilda. Of course, I exaggerated the scope of the wings, it was, after all, Fat Tuesday. This extra length led to knocking into hanging light fixtures, limbs whacking the hell out of them, and having to do a Viking Squat Walk just to get into a bar's doorway.
And after a drink or two, it was even harder to get OUT of the door.
Ever seen a drunk Viking squat walk and careen at the same time? Folks did that day.