Neighbors: gotta love 'em!
Last night I rode my 29" road unicycle with the touring handle…around my neighborhood. I’m trying to get used to the setup before taking it into traffic. A few neighbors were talking in the street, so I stopped, to be social. One neighbor said I looked much more smooth when I was riding. Here’s where the story starts going badly…
I responded, trying to be humble and self-effacing, that the large size of the wheel made the unicycle I was riding more smooth, less jerky (my neighbors mostly see me on my 20" working on skills/jumping/etc.), and that this smoothness was not a reflection of my skill. While explaining this to the neighbors, I used the word ‘gyroscopic’. At that point, they stopped listening, they made funny faces at one another, and they made snide side-remarks regarding what was the next big word that might come out of my mouth.
I am used to getting kidded about the unicycle, so I struggled through our conversation. I told the neighbors I wanted to ride the 29" to the school, three miles away, where I work. Then the neighbor, who’d recently graduated high school, said that was a bad idea, because the kids would think a unicycle was ‘uncool’. I reminded her that my school only went through sixth grade. When I asked the neighbors to clarify they knew what a gyroscope was, they nodded that, of course, they knew about gyroscopes. Apparently, it’s all right to know about gyroscopes, so long as you don’t say ‘gyroscopic’. It’s an affront to plebeian sensibilities.
The conversation ended with one neighbor asking if I had any more long words to say. I responded “‘Unicycle’, that has four syllables.” I rode away, reflecting on the fact that nothing I say is going to change my neighbors’ opinion that I am a clown, and that there is no point in trying to discuss the laws of physics with them. Time to get out the juggling balls. [cue: circus music]
Jesus said we should love our neighbors. He didn’t say anything about having to ‘like’ them.