My mate had one at university. Every time we got drunk at his, which was quite a lot as he was a bit of a party guy, we all tried to ride it.
So I asked for one for Christmas. Got it, spent much of my revision time for my finals doing long rides on a freestyle 24. Moved down to London, into a small flat, so no room for a commuter bike, decided that the only practical way to commute was a unicycle, and it would save me £2 a day on the bus, rode that on the 24" for a bit, but that £2 a day added up to a coker pretty quick, and then I bought some expensive night lights so I could still ride home from work (using up my £2 for the next few months). At some point I saw this was fun, so I got a muni, hit the really easy trails at a local park, got totally caned, but it was fun. Moved further away from work so that my commute would be longer. Started going full on muni riding, 20 mile rides most weekends, night rides most weeks, riding with bikes that kind of stuff. Got into unicycle hockey. Bought a new freestyle for hockey. Did some proper long distance. Entered mountain bike races, that was fun. Entered a mountain bike 24 hour solo race, that was fun but hurt like hell (broken ribs ouch). Changed job and got a bonus 8 mile each way daily commute. Moved up to Nottingham, went to university, rode lots of muni, did 100 miles in 10 hours on the coker, got a Schlumpf geared unicycle, moved to Christchurch New Zealand for 5 months, rode lots of miles on the Schlumpf, offroad and on. And that’s where I am now.
And it all started with alcohol (vodka in particular), what a fine drug, it’s brought many fine things into my life, unicycles, university degrees*, a lovely wife, an appreciation of fine cheeses, an ability to write very long paragraphs, that kind of thing.
Joe
*It’d be hard to live in Cambridge for 3 years without drinking a whole lot I tell you
