7:32 AM | Waterloo Station, London The escalator groans under the weight of rush hour, but my feet donāt. TheĀ Biom 2.1sĀ feel treasonously light for leather bootsālike wearing shadow instead of shoe. Yak leather, ECCOĀ claims. Iām half-expecting them to hum Tibetan mantras. Instead, they absorb the Tubeās juddering with the indifference of a monk meditating through […]
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A Day in My ECCO Biom 2.1s: Confessions of a Reformed Heel-Striker
By Michael c