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Sunday, August 18, 2013

Avocet Vertech Altimeter Watch Review - It's Junk!

I bought an Avocet Vertech Altimeter Watch a year or so ago and have had trouble with it since the day it came in the mail.  I've already sent it back twice.  Both times it came back repaired but with a new problem.

The first problem I had with the watch was that it would not hold any settings. None. Time, date, or otherwise.  Sent it back, they fixed it and returned it.  Shortly after that the digital readout went blank.  Battery was fine.  The outlines were clearly visible - just no numbers.  Sent it back again, they fixed it and returned it.  Now, the elevation gain works only sporadically.  It will show a gain for a little while, then stop, then start again.  So the total accumulated gain will be way off.  The watch has never given an accurate elevation reading but you could at least count on it to keep track of your gain.  Now, it won't even do that.

I can't remember exactly what I paid for it.  I know it was over $200.00 though.  I realize it was a total waste money now.  I will not waste any more time sending it back again.  And while we're on the subject of time, I might add that the watch can't even perform the most basic task of a watch, which is keeping accurate time.  Time is always wrong on this watch no matter how often you set it.

If you're thinking about buying the Avocet Vertech Altimeter Watch.  Please think again.  I never read any reviews before I bought it.  Still haven't.  I'm afraid I might find out that I never should have bought it in the first place.  Hopefully you won't make the same mistake I did.

Happy trails.

Dave

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In every field of human endeavor, he that is first must perpetually live in the white light of publicity. Whether the leadership be vested in a man or in a manufactured product, emulation and envy are ever at work. In art, in literature, in music, in industry, the reward and the punishment are always the same. The reward is widespread recognition; the punishment, fierce denial and detraction. When a man’s work becomes a standard for the whole world, it also becomes a target for the shafts of the envious few. If his work be mediocre, he will be left severely alone – if he achieve a masterpiece, it will set a million tongues a -wagging. Jealousy does not protrude its forked tongue at the artist who produces a commonplace painting. Whatsoever you write, or paint, or play, or sing, or build, no one will strive to surpass or to slander you unless your work be stamped with the seal of genius. Long, long after a great work or a good work has been done, those who are disappointed or envious, continue to cry out that it cannot be done. Spiteful little voices in the domain of art were raised against our own Whistler as a mountebank, long after the big world had acclaimed him its greatest artistic genius. Multitudes flocked to Bayreuth to worship at the musical shrine of Wagner, while the little group of those whom he had dethroned and displaced argued angrily that he was no musician at all. The little world continued to protest that Fulton could never build a steamboat, while the big world flocked to the river banks to see his boat steam by. The leader is assailed because he is a leader, and the effort to equal him is merely added proof of that leadership. Failing to equal or to excel, the follower seeks to depreciate and to destroy – but only confirms once more the superiority of that which he strives to supplant. There is nothing new in this. It is as old as the world and as old as human passions – envy, fear, greed, ambition, and the desire to surpass. And it all avails nothing. If the leader truly leads, he remains – the leader. Master-poet, master-painter, master-workman, each in his turn is assailed, and each holds his laurels through the ages. That which is good or great makes itself known, no matter how loud the clamor of denial. That which deserves to live — lives.
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