Greetings all:
For two hours a day for 1 week I have been attempting to ride a unicycle. Each
day I progress a little bit. Some days are very rewarding some downright
hilarious. I can still hear the little girl’s voice who had been watching from
afar, ask her mother. “Mommy what is the man doing” Her tone a mixture of wonder
and terror. That particular day I must have resembled a fellow set upon by a
swarm of hornets. My hands flailing about trying to maintain my balance. Ah the
joys of having the ability to fall in all of the known directions of space and
time. So as I sit here, with a slightly damaged knee (old injury) which took the
twist and turns of a beginner unicylcist as an oppurtonity to flair up, I wonder
about cause and effect.
I can ride some 25 to 30 yards. Ride in the since of conveyance from point A to
B. No style involved and the sight would bring tears to the most hardened
unicyclist.
Now how in the blazes do you turn. I have found that if I shift my weight from
the saddle to the pedals and do an Elvis impersonation with my hips I can twist
the tire in the direction I wish to go or the direction I had intended to go.
This Chubby Checker rendition will quickly lead into a back and forth see-saw
motion of the tire. The end result has me tracing out a staircase on the ground
and an offer to do belly dancing for a buck fifty from the frat boys who
happened to be watching at the time. So I figure I best leave my weight on the
seat to prevent this see-saw motion. Fine until I start to turn. Not by choice,
some force has decided to lean me over and to watch what happens from a safe
distance. My mind quickly tells my body to stay in the seat. The unicycle is
leaning, I am pedaling like Ghandi on a bad day. The contraption is still
leaning. Flop I am rolling on the ground. Children start to crying and a
gnashing of teeth is heard from the disgrundled parents who had wished to use me
as an example of perserverence.
Any comments would be appreciated.
Joe West