Sometimes you need only walk outside your front door for a bit of amusement. I saw this guy tooling down my block yesterday afternoon. He was like Tony Hawk, but with fewer wheels. I gotta say though, this doesn’t seem to be a particularly efficient mode of travel. He was moving only a tiny bit faster than the pedestrians he passed. His protective gear was particularly amusing – his pads started at his ankles and extended above his knees. Had they been made of cherry red vinyl, he could have wooed a john or two. As he tottered away from me, he hit a patch of cobblestone. His balance faltered briefly and he stopped rolling forward. I cringed anticipating a mess of elbows, loose teeth, bleeding head wounds, and chunks of oozing flesh. Instead, he proceeded to bounce in place as though the unicycle was a pogo stick. Think Lance Armstrong can do that?