Uncanny | Elyse Georgeson
Driving down the street, I saw a guy waiting to cross the street. You know how you casually glance around at intersections, waiting to see if there’s something just coming for you. This guy was a typical college looking guy—short dark hair, jeans, t-shirt.
He was riding what I took at first to be a bicycle. But there was something about it that didn’t quite fit. Looking again, I noticed he had a unicycle. He was just standing there, holding on to his unicycle by the seat. Maybe that’s what I thought was so odd at first glance; he wasn’t astride it like you’d see with a regular bike.
What would happen if the unicycles were preferred over bicycles? We’d all be extraordinarily balanced, at least physically, if not mentally. But what would happen with all those self-proclaimed klutzes if they were to ride a unicycle?
He was riding what I took at first to be a bicycle. But there was something about it that didn’t quite fit. Looking again, I noticed he had a unicycle. He was just standing there, holding on to his unicycle by the seat. Maybe that’s what I thought was so odd at first glance; he wasn’t astride it like you’d see with a regular bike.
What would happen if the unicycles were preferred over bicycles? We’d all be extraordinarily balanced, at least physically, if not mentally. But what would happen with all those self-proclaimed klutzes if they were to ride a unicycle?
posted by Anonymous | 5:33 PM
1 Comments:
I had a couple friends in high school who knew how to unicycle. They even made up their own sport: Extreme Unicycling- which mostly involved doing insane tricks and riding unicycles over large rocks. Maybe this guy should join thier little club.
As for me, I think I'll stick to my bike.
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