I don't know why he cares what kind of bike he has. Even if he had the most expensive, top of the line bike EVAR it wouldn't change the fact he's too stupid to ride it.
It'd about having "the best," and for Phil the more expensive something is, the better it is. He'd shell out a couple hundred extra bucks for some dumb logo. Of course, it's never his money so it's really meaningless for him, just an abstract concept really. And he needs to buy all of the accessories too, just to show that he's a true and honest fan. He's like those people who pick up a hobby and immediately spend hundreds, maybe thousands, of dollars on useless junk they never use, and quickly forget about it. Except Phil never forgets about it. He goes to great lengths to convince everyone that he does ride the bicycle, poses with it, decorates it, and even gets fucking tattoos of it!
What's his excuse for not riding it these days, any way? He can't use the Orchiectomy excuse because he's "had it", and I haven't seen him beg for more useless accessories for it in a couple weeks/months.
Well like I've said before, his interests seem to be cyclical. And it seems like he can only remember one or two things at a time. It's likely he's too busy with other things, but maybe in three to five months he'll remember the bicycle thing ans request more accessories he doesn't need or use, or hell maybe even get another bicycle related tattoo. What's he up to now? 8? 10? 15?
Bikes are now slaves of the patriarchy?
Again, Phil reminds me of a whiny, tryhard teenager. He's upset that corporations and people with jobs are also into bicycles. Its like when a dumb punk kid throws away all their CDs and band merch because their favorite band "sold out" by getting popular.
Hell, he already seems to be trying to find a new sexual persona given that gays and even trannies are becoming too "mainstream" for him. Can't imagine what that shit's like in Portland, especially the yuppie-ish areas. Phil probably has to compete for attention with much more popular, likeable and sociable trannies... and people who are genuinely more batshit crazy than himself too. Meanwhile Phil just waddles around in a 'die cis scum' vest smelling like arse and wondering why nobody wants to shave his back.