You're not Kris Holm!

I took my unicycle to northern Louisiana this last weekend. I was visiting my
folks, and riding in Lincoln Parish Park. They have a nice 10-mile singletrack.
This is the boonies–half way between Shreveport and Monroe.

I didn’t like the tire I was using on Friday, so I went to the local bike
store–a truly tiny place. He showed me a Hutchinson, and asked what I was
using it for. I told him I was unicycling.

He stopped cold, stared at me for a few hard seconds, then pronounced with
absolute certainty: “You’re not Kris Holm.” I felt the way Dan Quayle must have
felt when he was told that he “was no Jack Kennedy.” I told the guy he was
right, I wasn’t Kris Holm–and that if he needed proof, he could come outside
and see me ride. What a small world we live in!

David Maxfield
Bainbridge Island, WA

That bike salesman never should have talked like that to begin with. Your
come back was good, though.

sadly, i too, am not kris holm
signed,
dan

> That bike salesman never should have talked like that to
> begin with. Your come back was good, though.

I think the bike shop salesman meant it as a question, like “You’re not Kris
Holm, are you?”

That’s pretty amazing though. Many times I’ve met people who have seen “this
guy who did so-and-so,” but hardly every a person who knows him by name.

Stay on top,
John Foss, the Uni-Cyclone
jfoss@unicycling.com
www.unicycling.com

“You’re not supposed to wash your Roach armor” - Nathan Hoover, on safety
equipment cleaning methods

>I think the bike shop salesman meant it as a question, like "You’re not Kris
>Holm, are you?"

I think he was in shock that there could be more people than Kris doing this
crazy stuff.

Next he wanted to know how to go about getting a unicycle like mine–a Telford.

David Maxfield
Bainbridge Island, WA