Parasites. The guys contemplate their places in the hurl and burl of the bike industry. On the one hand, as a pair of aimless, slackers who love to ghost rides bikes into the bushes, drink woods beer, and generally jackass around in the name of lowering the standard for everyone else, they feel like parasites. On the other hand, given the turbo-charged, monetize-at-all-costs zeitgeist in cycling today, maybe Stevil and Robot are really a pair of shaman, leading the way out of darkness and into a burrito-flavored light.
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.