I was UW’ing in the parking lot of a trail head yesterday, waiting to see if anyone else was gonna show up for the ride.
While I was practicing, there was an older couple who came up behind me, and were baffled. They never said anything to me, but I heard the lady grab the guys attention, and some noises of amazement soon came.
They then went into the trail on their walk, while i waited for a few more minutes. No one showed, so I headed in, on the MUni.
I passed them soon enough, luckily, in a semi technical section (the best place to pass people!)
The comment from this older (60+?) couple who just got passed by a unicyclist in the woods was:
‘Well, that looks a lot easier, eh?’
Side note: Because I was by myself, I decided to see how fast I could ride the 20km loop. I did it in one hour thirty six, MUni/160’s
Where I’m from, people seem to think I’m pretty good, or at least that’s what they say. Then, after going to Moab, suddenly I feel like a beginner groupie-cyclist who took up the sport to try and be cool. (not that it isn’t. . .)
I guess maybe I shouldn’t compare myself to these guys who are the best of the best, but when you look like a wimp who can barely ride. . .
This is the nice thing about (us) being so rare. As long as you can ride at all, most people will think you’re great! And now that I can hop and drop and idle and go backward and one-foot and suicide mount, people are even more impressed, and after Moab I’m more motivated than ever to get better
> Where I’m from, people seem to think I’m pretty good, or at least
> that’s what they say. Then, after going to Moab, suddenly I feel
> like a beginner groupie-cyclist who took up the sport to try and be
> cool. (not that it isn’t. . .)
Ho yes. In the days when I was properly fit, after riding in a few
races at UK juggling conventions I got the impression I was one of the
fastest people around on one wheel. Then I went to a Unicon and met the
likes of John Foss and discovered I wasn’t even close