Yesterday, I took the KH24 up into Derbyshire with a vague plan to ride on one of the gritstone edges.
Within half a mile, I knew I wasn’t good enough to ride up the path, so I carried the uni to the top with a very vague plan to ride down.
Within a few metres, I knew I wasn’t good enough for that, either! Pedal strikes and UPDs, sideslips on the mud, and too much imagination to go over the drops. (I’m 44, and I have a scar on my chin from 7 stitches induced by going over a rocky step about 4 years ago.)
Humiliation when a teenage girl who clearly thought herself very sophisticated said loudly, “Oh, a unicycle, how embarrassing!”
Today, my new broadband modem arrived, and I now have access to Youtube.
Of course, I immediately searched for “unicycling” and “muni” as well as the obvious ones like Morris dancing and naked nuns.
I have never really had the chance to see “proper” Muni (or, for that matter, naked nuns), and I am now humbled. The stuff that was unimaginably beyond my capability yesterday was nothing compared to what some of the teenagers are doing - sometimes without any protection at all. Have they no imagination?
Back to the river bank, and the herons.:o
For me it’s the opposite; I look at my old vid from 1966 and realize that the uni technology necessary to do the extreme stuff I do today just didn’t exist then! I guess at nearly 52, it’s better late than never…It’s a feeling that I have so much catching up to do, but also realize that I’ll never reach all my uni-goals at my agebecause of my advanced age, but it’s fun trying anyway…while I still can! And no, I’ll never learn haha! 