Let me start by saying this: I don’t know what kind of eldritch wizardry Tom Bihn employed when designing the Synik 30, but I suspect it involves forbidden knowledge, tesseracts, and possibly a minor blood pact with interdimensional storage gods.
This bag is a portable hole - a real-life Bag of Holding. I kept putting things into it expecting to reach capacity - clothes, toiletries, tech, snacks, backup snacks, emotional baggage - but it just kept smiling politely and saying, “Yes, sir. May I have another?”
I’m 6’6”, and most backpacks make me feel like I’m wearing a child’s lunchbox. Not this one. This fits my frame like it was hand-tailored by ergonomic monks in a minimalist monastery.
And the zippers? I’ve never described a zipper as “seductive,” but here we are. These glide smoother than a jazz sax solo on satin sheets. They purr with satisfaction as you open and close compartments. I’m now emotionally attached to a #10 YKK.
The organization is sublime. It’s like someone peeked into my soul and said, “Ah, chaos - but make it manageable.” Everything has a place, but nothing feels overly rigid or micromanaged. And somehow - despite being cavernous - it slides under an airline seat with the humility of a much smaller bag.
Wearing it loaded down with two days of clothes, a self-inflating back support, an army of USB cables, a whole damn water bottle, and enough trail mix to hike the Pacific Crest Trail, I never once cursed my life choices. That’s high praise for me and…