I was 30 seconds into this one when I realized I was holding my breath. There are two things going on here, a rider of supreme talent and ability, and a setting of stunning beauty. There’s probably some ASMR value, for those of you into that. If you close your eyes and just listen to the sound of tires on earth and freewheel whizzing, it’s kinda nice.
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.