i like them first of all because they say ‘screw you american spelling rules!’
and that’d be reason enough.
but i do like the 720 Armour range for several other reasons, which i may go into another time at more length, but here they are condensed:
1. price point
3. RX quality is the best i’ve tried, zero complaints on quality for the near-blind, and zero distortion in lens at edges.
but i really fell in love with my 720 Armour ‘Peak’ sunglasses 2 weeks ago when they didn’t take my out of its socket.
speeding down a very familiar hill that i am on at least once a week, i was actually going slower than usual when my front wheel slipped out from under me. the result was road rash on both the front and each side of my body, which was obviously awesome, but also a bad abrasion under my left eye.
i didn’t even know it was there until one of my riding companions pointed out that there was blood on my face, which, despite there being far more blood seeping out of me from other parts of my body, obviously became my main cause of concern.
‘not the face! NOT THE FACE!’
anyway, i ended up with a small cut where the lens dug into my cheek but, despite the glass being scratched i could thank my lucky stars that 720′s shatterproof glass did not shatter. losing an eye to shards of lens is not on my agenda right now, nor will it be, so i’ll be sticking with 720 from now on!
phew, and i thought crankpunk was no respecter of reputations, an irreverent take on the world of cycling.
then i came across these guys, the Jens Voigt Army folks. JVA takes irreverence out the back door, kicks it black and blue around the alleyway for half an hour, then tips it all befuddled into the dumpster, and then takes a proper long ass old leak on it.
the attention to detail, the loving, almost slavish mockery, the sheer dedication to out-brand the brand – well – ouch!
in a good and very funny way and even dare i say deserving way, but, all the same – ouch!
‘too Liggett to quit.’
that will keep me going on my 4 hour slog today…
crank on, JVA grunts, crank on…
crankpunk ain’t never gonna wear no freakin’ wire, man, but i will come clean and spill the beans just about any day of the week. i’m a street fightin man in the mould of Mick Jagger – i’ll holler and shout for the rev-o-lution baby, heck i might even pout from time to time, and i can camp it up with the best of them, but it’s all little more than bluff and bluster - put the squeeze on crankpunk and you’ll hear me squealin’ all the way to Guadeloupe.
so, the confession must be made before the review begins:
uh. it’s brilliant.
thanks for reading.
oh you want more? well i guess i could try, but the conclusion will be the same…