We pay Julian. He rides our wheels. He wrote a completely biased review. We’re publishing it anyway.

16 kilometres. 8.7% average. Ramps over 10%.

The Tour de France summit finish up Col du Portet doesn’t care about journalistic integrity. When you're suffering at 2,215 metres, "unbiased opinions" won't save your legs—1,175 grams of carbon-spoked wheelset will.

Julian spent four days actively trying to destroy two pairs of Aerodynamicists across cattle grids, loose gravel, and high-speed valley crosswinds. No creaks. No flex. Just violent, instant response every time he stamped on the pedals.

Call it a sponsored fluff piece if you want. But the physics don't lie, and neither do the numbers.