The out of nowhere success of Nike's Roshe Run serendipitously linking up with #menswear's sneakerhead renaissance is one of those watershed moments in dudes talking about clothes on the Internet history that people will maybe-probably-not Tumbl about for years to come. For a while there Roshe Runs overtook Frees as menswear's shoe of the moment—not sneaker, but shoe. From Pesko gliding through Pitti like a motherfucking boss to professional loiterers posted up outside Opening Ceremony like the physical manifestation of pop-up ads, Roshe Runs were THE move. Nike's sequel, aimed at capitalizing on all this success, was a dud. The Roshe Run Trail just didn't have the juice—it was more Cruel Intentions 2 than The Godfather: Part II. Thankfully, there's now an all black Roshe Trail that does both itself and its originator justice. When it comes to Nike's sneaker meets boot, sneaker and boot get hammered, sneaker and boot bone, sneaker and boot have unexpected child, this is as good as it gets. Meaning, you don't have to be a professional Time Crisis player to get on board. If you're not yet familiar with the Roshe gospel, you need to let the lord's light into your heart. I'm not sure if there's a more comfortable footwear option that doesn't force its wearer to relearn how to operate Velcro straps. For $85 the murdered out Roshe Trail is a good place to start. Preach.