The name “Timbuk2” has become synonymous with moderately-priced, high-quality bags. Their iconic messengers are emblematic of a place and time, a part of the 2000s Silicon Valley wardrobe that was as ubiquitous as a hoodie and a pair of Chuck Taylors. To not like a Timbuk2 bag is outrageous, like not liking cheap burritos, or sitting in sunny parks. And yet here we are. As much as it pains me to say this, I simply don’t like their Lug Knapsack.
I suspect that part of the problem is that Lug collection was put together as a bag designed specifically for women. But as a woman, I find that aside from fit issues, I appreciate many of the same qualities that men (or non-binary people) do. Women’s gear should marry form and function as well as unisex offerings, and here the Lug collection falls short. The design decisions in play just don't add up to a cohesive, high-quality product.
It doesn’t make any sense to use a heavy-duty sailcloth fabric and pair it with zippers that aren’t waterproof. Either the bag can handle the rain, or it can’t. Why protect the interior pocket, but not the front pockets? And if using these zippers was a style decision, why are they so huge and clunky? Teeth this size are doomed to get broken if the bag gets overstuffed.
For $139, surely a higher-quality magnetic clip could have been found to close the top of the bag. And why does the drawstring loop not have a locking clasp? I almost pulled the strings out of the leather holder multiple times. Why is there only one tiny neoprene pocket, and why is it black and almost impossible to find in the bag’s dark interior? Is that really for my phone? Where’s my phone?
If reducing cost was an issue, couldn’t the designers have sacrificed the bag’s decorative webbing? What about the useless webbing on the top flap? And does anyone, let alone a commuter, use a daisy chain anymore? Having a water bottle clank around on the outside of your bag is annoying while on a hike in the middle of the woods, let alone on a bus or light rail. Think of your fellow man before you decide to clip your stinky sneakers on the outside of your bag during rush hour.

