Yesterday I brought my unicycle in the car, parked up on the otherwise deserted (well, one other vehicle on the entire level) roof level of the parking garage, and did one lap around. I hadn’t ridden the uni at all last year, and only two or three times the year before. I wasn’t at all confident this time, and indeed it took several false starts and unplanned dismounts (I refuse to count them as falls so long as it’s only the soles of my shoes that hit the ground) before I had the tire pressure the way I wanted it. Even so, it took half a lap before I remembered the best advice about riding that I was ever given, this from Steve Aveson (who the last time I looked was a newscaster on a Boston cable TV channel) when he was my juggling teacher at Boston Center for Adult Education, “sit your butt down on the damn unicycle.” He meant to let the seat support as much of your weight as possible, and use the pedals for propulsion and controlling where the wheel is, not for support. When I was able to relax enough to do that, the riding got much much easier. But I still didn’t feel like attempting a second lap in a row.\n<\/p>\n
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Yesterday I brought my unicycle in the car, parked up on the otherwise deserted (well, one other vehicle on the entire level) roof level of the parking garage, and did one lap around. I hadn’t ridden the uni at all last year, and only two or three times the year before. I wasn’t at all … <\/p>\n