I hadn’t been on my unicycle once this whole year. There’s not a lot of empty parking lot where I work these days, and it’s really a more corporate environment in general than the last few places. I wouldn’t be comfortable riding around in the center of the campus, and there’s too much traffic there anyway. However, several weeks ago when I got to work really really late I found a candidate place to ride. It’s the top floor of the parking garage! It has very few cars, really isn’t far away, and hs reasonably flat, smooth surface. This morning I got the uni out of the attic, pumped up the tire (note! singular! Of course!), and threw it in the trunk. I drove on up to the top floor of the parking garage and was delighted to see that there was only one other car there. I intended to ride on my lunch hour, but by the time I had walked around the pond and had my lunch I was making too much progress on a bug I was fixing to take another long break. I thought about it during the afternoon, but it didn’t seem appropriate to disappear at that point. Finally before driving home I took the uni out of the trunk and did one lap around the top floor. It worked fine. As usual for the first time out of a year, I didn’t have any trouble getting started. I’ve never figured out why it works that way, but it always seems to. That may be my only uni ride for the year, but at least I got that one in.
Oh, that’s the parking garage on the right of rte 128 northbound just before the overpass about a mile before the Highland Avenue, Needham and Newton Highlands, exit. Next time you go by, just shake your head and say to the person next to you, “This internet community really is pretty strange. I know someone who rides a unicycle around that parking garage.”
Oh. So THAT’S what it means. rofl
I am slower than advertised… 🙂
If you go one directory higher than the home page of my blog, just to http://www.RollingOnOne.com, there’s a photo (probably 3 years old now, or is it 4?) of me on the uni.
Many years ago I had a CB radio in my car. I used to hear truckers say “We’re rolling on 18 here” to mean they were driving an 18-wheeler, etc. When I learned to ride the uni, probably around 1985, I thought of myself as rolling on one.
Some years, when I worked somewhere with a smooth flat parking lot, I used to ride most lunch hours in warm months. Riding on rail-trails is fun. You get some ribbing from bicyclists, but the standard retort to them is, “I see you still have your training wheel.”
I have a separate wheel with bicycle front fork and handlebars. When I rode with it it looked like a bicycle. Anyway, the company I worked for at that time had just given raises after a long pay freeze. When people walking past in the parking lot would look, I said that now that I had got the raise I was able to afford the second wheel.
If you don’t capitalize the letters of my domain, you could think it was “roll in go none”. I have no idea what that would mean.