It’s heavy. Not "heavy" like an anchor, but heavy like a solid brick of aluminum. If you are a weight weenie who counts grams of toothpaste, look away. This thing lives in your frame bag , not your jersey pocket. Put it in your jersey, and your back will look like you have a scoliosis brace.
You don't "fix" a gravel bike. You negotiate with it. You’re 40 miles from the nearest paved road, it’s spitting rain, and your rear derailleur just tried to impersonate a pretzel. In that moment, your multi-tool isn't a tool; it's a bargaining chip for getting home. gravel fix
Using the 8-Bit’s , I pulled out a 2-inch piece of emergency shift cable. Not a spare—a fragment . I fed it into the derailleur, clamped it using the built-in plier function, and bam —three working gears. Enough to limp to a taco stand. It’s heavy
9/10 (Deducted one point because it will absolutely tear a hole in your favorite Rapha pants if you forget it’s in there). This thing lives in your frame bag , not your jersey pocket
I’ve spent the last six months abusing the , and I’ve concluded it’s less of a tool and more of a tiny Swiss Army surgeon.