My O2 cycling jacket is mortally wounded.
As you can see, it’s got a huge gash down the back, a bloodless death wound
that severely compromises its status as “raingear.” I will attempt to patch it
up with duct tape, but I fear the jacket’s days are numbered. Which is too bad
because it served me well.
I bought the O2 jacket almost two years ago
as a kind of experiment. According to the O2 website, the jacket is “Extremely
Lightweight & Compact” as well as “Waterproof, Breathable, Windproof.” It’s
even got “Ultrasonically welded waterproof seams,” whatever that means. But
here’s the clincher: it sells for a mere $34.95. So essentially, the O2 can be
considered an almost disposable rain jacket. And that’s kind of how I
approached the purchase: if I didn’t like the jacket or if it didn’t keep the
water out (how could it, really, at that price?), I’d just gift it to one of my
kids and get myself a different jacket.
But I did
like it and it did work. I’m not sure
how. The fabric (“100% 2-Layer polypropylene”) feels like some strange
combination of J-cloth and wrapping paper. How it is water-proof, I have no
idea. But it is. The fit is nice and snug too—minimal flapping—and the zipper
is serious. As for the “breathable” claim, well, that’s got to be taken with a drop
of salt water. I’ve yet to encounter a fabric—at any price point—that is truly
breathable. I would say that the O2 works well at moderate temperatures. At
anything above about 18 degrees C, it can get pretty uncomfortable. But, in my
experience, that’s the case for most rain gear.
The only real problem with the O2 is
durability. You’ve really got to store the jacket in the little sack it comes
with or some other baggie. I was conscientious about this at the beginning, but
in recent months I admit to backsliding, stuffing it un-sacked into my back
pocket or jamming it into my Arkel commuting bag on several occasions, where it
no doubt encountered the barbed wire of books, file folders, and pens that did
the shred job.
Will I buy another? If I could trust myself
to take better care of the O2, then I certainly would, but I know that such
careful attention to safe storage is not my forte. Therefore, I will probably look
for a jacket that’s a little hardier.
Still, when the day comes to take Old
Yeller out to the back shed and send it off to rain garment Stovokor, I will
sing it a short but heartfelt--perhaps even ultrasonic--honor song.
Ah, yes, Old Yeller. I will shed a tear for the O2 just thinking of how that book made me bawl as a little girl.
ReplyDeleteAs if you'd ever send away a treasure garment, J.
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