Groin grazer.
Nuked the duke
Crotch crippler.
2nd head kicker.
…weed killer?
I’ve been riding my MUni for Disc Golf. I simply describe it to strangers as a Golf Cart.
No kidding.
My uni: it taught me, that even as an adult, there are times when you should always double-knot your shoe laces.
Ultimate
Its a one way ticket to getting high on life.
Riding and getting better is addictive.
No age limit, young and old, the results are the same.
I feel alive on it.
If i had to describe it,
A Unicycle is the “One Wheel” to rule them all, Libirating anyone who wishes to be free from the “Bike Chains of Oppression.”
A way of self rebellion from the greater population that is the bicyclist.
A one-wheeled source of much pain and agony, but after the suffering the lure of the addiction herds you into the temptation and a vicious cycle arises where one can’t get enough. The constant desire to ride ends in vicious cycles of high and pain. The high outweighs the pain and unicycling, the drug, becomes your anti-drug.
Refusing to marginalize with all the wimpy bicyclists that have never experienced the unparalled experience of the curved seat between your legs providing you with the pivot power, and manuevering skills of Pikachu on speed.
But, the single best way to describe unicycling:
Freedom
Flying without wings
It’s my ticket to meet strange men from the internet in the woods
It’s a big two-fingered salute to conformity.
Nooooo! I’m a compulsive conformist. Does that mean I’ll have to give it up?
Too late.
The shortest distance from point A to point B is a straight line.
The hardest way to get from point A to point B is on a unicycle.
my unicycle’s shiny
I cut across a golf course last Saturday (Garesfield, just next to the 9th tee) and I thought of Churchill’s quote about golf being the way to ruin a good walk. Unicycling, the best remedy for a bad game of golf.
My uni is like a bicycle with fewer moving parts.