My old full facer expired, the innards coming away from the shell. I was on the market for an alternative.
I never liked the disco Troy Lee design, and the last few seasons' paintjobs have gone seriously wrong in my opinion. Alongside the fashion nightmare, I was fed up overheating or steaming up at the slightest sign of a climb, or on a technical section I want to push up to try again (this happens a fair bit with me on the Shore).
But I do still like the idea of having a jaw.
Along comes a shiny new Specialized Deviant in poncy Carbon.
It's been two years since the last review, so here goes.
Finally got my arse out for a ride.
Mt. Fromme, North Vancouver.
