I don’t know about you, but I assume all pro-racers were child prodigies consumed by the dream of riding on far flung continents. As it turns out Svein Tuft was not that kid. Here’s a portrait of the former pro in his afterlife, raising a family in the Canadian Rockies and riding his bike for the simple utility and joy of it.
Robot fell in love with cycling watching the older neighborhood kids ride wheelies down the street. It was the early '70s, and Evel Knievel was jumping motorcycles over buses. Everything seemed possible. From that moment, the die was cast (iacta alia est).
He studied philosophy in college, of course he did. That's what idealists do, romantics, kids who think there must be a better way. At the same time, bikes were carrying him everywhere, delivering all of life's gifts and surprises. Occasionally he crashed and didn't mind.
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