Unicycle

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?