In a small cottage in northern Greece, Brian Robinson was born. Not much of his childhood is known, but some say he was suckled by leopards, and others believe he is the illegitimate heir to the Flying J fortune.
He toiled in obscurity for the better part of his life as a professional bowling ball driller, driving instructor, BMX bike mechanic, baked potato chef, and paper delivery boy.
His relationship with Rochester’s radio listeners began many moons ago, on a station that has since shrunk into obscurity. They picked up the phone, and they spoke. They wanted to hear some Foreigner. And more of this Robinson guy.
Who is Robinson? He is benevolent, yet intolerant of multiple song requests. Slow to anger, yet quick to skewer Tex with a well-placed joke about balls. With an encyclopedic knowledge of all things automotive and a certificate from a 26-hour Tae Kwon Do course at the Y, he is equipped for the dysfunction that comes his way on the afternoon drive.
A man begging to be tazed. A Fake Robot. A very, very Angry Guy. A local folk legend. And so many others.
It’s not an exclusive club. All you need are ears that work, or a mouth and a phone. Or better yet, one of those Bluetooth things. So you don’t laugh yourself into a guardrail.
