Sometimes everything just works. You flip the switch, the light turns on. Every light turns green for you on the way out of town to the mountain. The forecast called for an inch, but it looks more like six. That bowl that always gets tracked out early still has one perfect line left; just for you. If you’re me, when you’re done shredding you slip into the Dakine Reverb Hoodie because it feels like they tailored it just for you.
The first thing I noticed when I put this jacket on (yes, we’re talking about a hooded jacket, not a hooded sweatshirt) was that the hand pockets were right at the end of my arms. You know, where my hands are most comfortable. If this seems normal to you, consider that I feel like I’m somewhere between scratching my ribs and rubbing my nipples with most jacket pockets. They’re just too high. These are just right. No one has ever consulted me on the construction of a jacket, but if they had, I would have mentioned this. The right placement, the right angle; it’s just right.
Now, a word on the insulation. I tend to run warm, so I prefer light layers over heavier insulation. I mostly ride in Oregon and Washington, so I haven’t worn this riding. I’d almost certainly overheat. Around here and around town, it’s just right. I throw it on over a t-shirt and do whatever needs doing. The big test came on a trip to my parents’ house in Minnesota. A 20-something below wind chill driveway-shoveling sesh had me toasty enough to break a sweat. The old choppers on my hands sent me in before finishing the job, but that’s a different review. Bonus points go to the seventy-percent post-consumer recycled material that makes up the Primaloft Silver eco insulation. Feel good while you’re feeling good.
That goes for the water resistance, too. It’s not a garbage bag, it’s not a cotton hoodie, it keeps you dry, but doesn’t leave you clammy. Again, I live in Portland. I walk around in the rain. I don’t even need to think about it. It feels good.
Let me go on for just a little longer. I have a big head. I wear size large or XL helmets. You guessed it, the hoods on many jackets leave a little to be desired. Not this one—it’s just right.
I got the Asphalt color. The exterior is as drab as dusk, but the inside has artwork reminiscent of classic tattoos. It’s like your own private art show while the outside mutters, “I was never here.” Just, you know, don’t play in traffic at night.
OK, there’s one last little touch. It comes with a stuff sack shaped like a neck pillow. It’s not much, but why not? I’ve used it a couple times (that flight to Minnesota, for example) and it was nice. It’s the perfect way to take the thing through the airport when you know you won’t need to wear it on the plane.
And one final point about this jacket. It might not be your perfect jacket, but it is mine. Want to know how you can find yours? Go to your local shop and try them all on. All of them. Even the brands you don’t like and the ones that look weird and the sizes that don’t usually fit. You never know. Sometimes everything just works.