CHICAGO SHOE REVIEW
William: In order to test the practical durability
of the shoes at both ends of the cool Chicago shoes spectrum, I put
on my Doc Martens, and Scott laced up his Converse, and together we
attempted the hike up Wilson Road and made the trek from West Castleton
down to the general store at Hydeville, Vermont. Probably five miles
each way, on paved roads, gravel roads, foottrails, and through the
Scott started experiencing discomfort first. We passed a guy on the
road who made conversation. He said that we had 4 miles to go and
that coming back would be immeasurably worse, given the incline, the
wind, and the declining position of the sun. It was real hard for
him, onaccounta his ticker and all. He'd just had a triple bypass.
But he loved walking. He had a great old walking stick and a Yankee
accent. He breathed deeply, sincerely, through his nose.
Scott: I find that the old Chuck Taylors will take
you to the El Stop and back quite comfortably. But they do fail the
old Green Mountain State slate road over mountains by the shores of
Lake Bomoseen acid test. As it were. Normally they serve fine for
city walking. They're dirt cheap and they're kind of hip. But they
don't have much in the way of an inner sole and my damn feet are sore.
If the Canadians invaded and all the footwear folks had up here were
Chucks, we'd be plain fucked. But I gotta admit I feel pretty macho,
William. My blisters are greater in size and number than your barely
sore feet can muster.
William: Yeah. I only got one maybe two blisters
in my Docs. And, right now, splattered in mud, they look pretty damn
cool. I could quite hiply visit the Neofuturarium or take in a show
at the Curious Theater in my muddy, scarred Docs. Whearas, looks like
you need a new pair, buddy.
Well, next issue, Scott and I are going to do a Champaign-Urbana
shoe review, and try to hike the Appalachian trail in Birkenstocks.