7:32 AM | Waterloo Station, London The escalator groans under the weight of rush hour, but my feet donโt. Theย Biom 2.1sย feel treasonously light for leather bootsโlike wearing shadow instead of shoe. Yak leather, ECCOย claims. Iโm half-expecting them to hum Tibetan mantras. Instead, they absorb the Tubeโs 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