Robot and Stevil dig into their crashes, how they felt about them when they were younger, the psychological damage that needs to be overcome, and the worthwhileness of continuing to take risks. Blood, guts, perseverance. Skateboarding. Two parts macho bullshit. Two parts humility. One part semi-sound advice. One part inspiration. A cocktail onion and a swizzle stick.
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.
Eventually he crashed his way into the bike business and rediscovered all those kids who could ride a wheelie to the moon and back. He was home. A decade writing for Red Kite Prayer, stints at a custom bike builder and a legendary component company. All of it like jumping a motorcycle over a line of buses and landing again, every day, forever.
Favorites: drink of choice – coffee; beer – more coffee; music – loud, noisy, borderline painful; comedy – Bruce, Pryor, Carlin, Hedberg, Chappelle, Acaster; fiction – Steinbeck, Foster Wallace, Kingsolver; pet – Django, the dumpster dog