Now that the weather is nice and I’m riding streets rather than just parking lots, I get to encounter more people, chief among them kids.
This evening I was riding up a nearby street when a herd of children ranging in age from 8 to 13 come running up to me. One of them is a former classmate of Emma’s so I started to idle to say hi. Mostly they were very excited to see a unicyclist (they’ll be bored by me soon enough). They asked the usual questions: Is that hard? How long did it take to learn? How do you balance, etc.
But, of course, there’s always one wise ass, usually a pre-pubescent girl, who has to make things difficult. This one started by asking me if she pushed me over and I fell, would it hurt? I assured her it would and, as she was on a bike, I reciprocated and asked her the same question. Silly me. Of course, it wouldn’t, replied she.
So as the other kids are enjoying my presence, she proceeds to ask THE QUESTION. “So what are you, a clown or something?” “Yes”, I reply, “I am. Don’t, I look like one?”
Then one of the kids notices my tattoo and asks if it’s real. I tell them it is, whereupon another scoffs.
Aha! Little miss blase’s dander is up. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with tattoos!”, she says. “My mom has some!”
“Good for her”, I say. “Enjoy the fine evening, kids. Later.”
And off I ride. I’ve really been missing out on some fine interactions all these years from just riding in the train station parking lot. I think it’s going to be a great summer.
Raphael Lasar
Matawan, NJ