Scenario 1; Steep Hill, Lincoln… so named because, well, it’s rather
steep. The average coach tourist is in a sweat at the top, so only a
raving lunatic would do it on a unicycle. Anyway, there I was puffing
and panting to the top, and wobbling a careful descent back down again
with only an ice-cream break at the top.
In both directions I passed a group of ex-schoolkids (Lincolnshire broke
up last week); on the way down one said “Do us a trick!”
Scenario 2; South Common, Lincoln… I finally found a half-decent muni
spot amongst the miles and miles of nothing that the locality has to
offer. The tracks are quite varied but all rather bumpy, even the level
sections you can’t engage cruise control anywhere. My first muni ride
for ages, so I was making the most of it, and thoroughly knackered.
Too knackered to slow down for a rather large steep bit, so after a
mental exclamation of “ah, sod it” I felt the rush of air as I launched
over the crest (“phat air”, if you will), landing half way down the
slope and rolling, albeit unsteadily, the rest.
Group of kids sat nearby; one says “Do a wheelie!” as I fail to navigate
a lump and vanish headlong into the grass.
Some people are never happy… 
Phil
“Cattle Prods solve most of life’s little problems.”