Dang police are el blanco diablo…
I have some good cop stories, but they are too long to write.
1.) 3a.m., middle of nowhere…The ride was unplanned…I had no lights, no helmet and was dressed in black…I get stopped by the cops who asked what I was doing at this ungodly hour…I said I was riding back home ( a long way off)…They saw the uni and gave me a “you’re crazy” look and sped off…
2.) Last week…Riding in broad daylight this time…The cops pull me over and are very friendly…Ask why?how?is it tough?Dangerous?..Tell me to be careful and just before I leave, they take down my indentification number (in case somebody reports a vandal on 1 wheel)…
…untill you -for whatever reason- are in need of them, or start realize law enforcement is not their only task.
Most police-(wo/)men like to do something for someone else, and prefer to make a living out of that, in stead of making a living of selling drugs to kids.
And yes, many of them have an anoying pride of having their priveleges and power-tools… and unicycles are odd and so atract attention.
But why respond primitive and childish like this
But most police are human:
pics found here on unicyclist.com
several times the cops have told us to go away and stop jumping on the benches. one time they also told us that if we stepped on and/or killed the flowers in the garden, the U of I could sue us. stupid pansies.
sk8ers
There was the time here at K-State that the lady cop came out looking for the skaters that someone had complained about. She reckoned we weren’t them (as our wheel:person ratio was 1:1 rather than 4:1), smiled flirtatiously and left us to our graffiti.
BTW, I think cops on Cokers is a great idea. I mean…those big bad bicycle cops are so threatening…cops on one wheel would have a much more pleasant reception amidst the community.
The local cop unofficially escorting us at the Chiltern Muniuni. Albert thought the road was closed when it wasn’t, and spent some time on the wrong side of the road.
As this was unoficial, he didn’t want pics of the car following.
How many of you have on of these???
it cost me 35 bucks
Al 
What did you do?
I’ve never had any uni-related problems with the police. Maybe all of the ones I’ve encountered while riding my unicycle on the sidewalk had more urgent or pressing things to worry about than me riding past them on the one-wheel.
Some cops are cool, some cops are bone-heads. Like every single other profession on the planet, divided between the smart and the dumb. I think it would be a silly thing to give a guy like me a ticket for riding his unicycle on the sidewalk, but from the officers perspective, he might have a very good reason that I simply could not imagine, but he has the shield nevertheless and the options around it are not plentiful…Luckily, it has never happened.
I definetly like the idea of cops on cokers. Sort of like cops on horses, except that they would certainly understand the unicycle thing…
On that ticket, it says wrong something. What does it say after the word wrong?
Being the insomniac that I am, my friend and I went to a park around 12:00 midnight. We did some trialsy stuff, and mostly screwed around. It was fun, mostly because the park has absolutely no lighting, and so everything had an unexpectedness to it. About a half hour later: Woop Woop, police lights go on as a cop car rolls up. A spotlight goes on both of us, I drop my uni and walk over to the cop car with my friend, as instructed.
Cop: Could you please read the sign behind you?
Friend: Park Hours, 8AM-Sunset
My Inner Monologue: Shit…
Ended up getting patted down and asked all the usual questions. It was a park I’d never been to, so we didn’t know. Luckily, although we were breaking curfew, and park rules they let us go…
It’s the only police encounter I’ve had while on a uni, or ever for that matter.
Maybe it was because you weren’t wearing any pants??? 
No cops stories here, I live in a small Southern town…they just all pretend I don’t exist.
I should have known that all ya’ll would want the back story too.
01 June 2001, Is what it says at the top of the ticket. I’d forgotten that it was that long ago.
I had been told that there was a local group of bike riders that had a group ride once a month, they rode at a casual pace that I could provably keep up with them on my uni, I was still riding a 24in at the time. I had just recently tested one of those “new” Coker’s at Unicycle.com (it was still in the garage of the Drummond’s home back then.)
It turned the ride was the local version of a “critical mass” ride, they were a group of cycle anarchists that rode in the middle of rush hour traffic trying to point out the need to replace all the cars on the road with bicycles. I was able to complete the 8 mile ride but couldn’t keep up. 20 mins after the last bike finished I joined them at a downtown watering hole for a frosty beverage. We were talking about our shared distain for SUV’s when someone wearing a top hat and tails walks in and inquires “Who rides the unicycle?” the group all points to me, Then this guy asked me if I wanted to perform with his circus that was going to be at Tasty World across the street later that evening. I gracefully declined.
After finishing my beverage I decided that neither dinner with the anarchists, or joining the circus wasn’t how I wanted to spend the rest of the evening. I got on my uni to ride the 3 blocks to where my truck was parked.
(This is the part where the Cop comes in.)
I ride up the hill to the street where I am parked, the sidewalk has become the “patio seating” of a tavern so I was riding for that last 1/2 a block on the shoulder of the road. when a bicycle cop blows his whistle from across the street. Instead of dismounting I point to my parked car. trying to convey the message this was far as I was going. He blows the whistle again and calls from across the road “Get off that Thang, now I’s got to rite yew a ticket”. I get off and walk across the street to where the cop is waiting. Still shoting he says "What was yew thinkin? I blowed mah whistle and yew didn’t get down off that thang, WHAT was YEW thinkin??
I had just moved from Iowa to Georgia and didn’t realize that there are no rhetorical questions in the south and he was expecting an answer, so now he’s shouing even louder. “Ah ask yew a queschin, WHAT was YEW thinkin?!?!”
“I wasn’t thinking sir” was my sheepish reply.
He is now angrily thrashing through his saddle bag for his ticket book, I ask “What’s he problem Is this a one way?” he grumbles unintelligibly as he writes out the ticket and hands it to me without saying another word. I stuff it in my pocket, walk across the street to my truck throw the uni in the back and drive home. I start trembling now.
I later found out it was fortunate that I “confessed” to riding the wrong way on a one way street, because the “failure to obey” ticket that he was stoping me for was 2points with a $130 fine and a mandatory court apperance.
That’s my story and I’m stickin to it. I’m not clever enough to make something like this up.
Ya’ll Have fun now. Hear?
Al 
in return for a ticket with ‘unicycle’ in the remarks section?
a bargain at the price
But Cokers don’t have noses that are fun to rub.
Wow, Louisiana’s capitol sure has a lot of steps! California’s capitol building has only a few steps, which would be very easy to unicycle. Odds are you can get up and back down in 30 seconds, with no hassles likely.
I (and a group of friends) have ridden on them in a Santa Claus outfit, without being stopped. We also rode all around downtown, for no real reason.
Don’t forget to look us up when you get here to ride our capitol. My house is only about 20 minutes away (by car). Also when you’re there, look for the little unicycle on one of the three big seals on the ground in front of the building.
Cop story:
A long time ago, I was in Denmark visiting Jean Ascher and Cirkus Changhigh. One night I was riding my unicycle on the sidewalk, jumped into the street and looped back around and up the curb. There were no cars there at that moment. Then a cop car pulled up, and the cop got into a heated discussion with Jean.
Supposedly (I have to believe what I was told), the cop wanted to arrest me or otherwise take me down to the station for riding in the street. It seemed to take Jean a long time to talk him out of this, saying I was a foreigner, etc.
Now I don’t know what the laws are there (Copenhagen), or what exactly I was supposed to have done wrong. But I was off the curb for maybe 5 seconds with no moving cars, so that cop seems like a weiner to me.
Look around you, John. You’re practically at a Bar-B-Que 24-7.
I was talking to acop one time and he said they should use unicycles instead of bikes and hoarses. It would confuse the people they where chasing.
True, but only for now.
It is my deepest intention to get a coker that indeed DOES have a nose–and a nose that is fun to rub…