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Could This Be The End For Mr. Calliope?

May 30, 2008 at 9:24 am

I have noted in the past that I occasionally see odd things on my way to, from, and around work. This morning's walk would have been unremarkable (but glorious-- perfect weather and that wide, bright New Mexico sky) if not for the unicycle.

On a typical day I usually get passed by a handful or perhaps a half-dozen cyclists on the way in each morning and on the way out every evening. Bicyclists, that is. The unicycle commuters, on the other hand, are a rare breed. It may in fact be a breed of one. Either way, I was passed by a unicyclist this morning. Huh.

I had a friend in high school who was a unicyclist/juggler. And when I was in grad school, there was a guy in my neighborhood who rode around on a giraffe unicycle. But I had no idea that there are such things as mountain and even extreme unicycling, which, judging from the photos and videos is really pretty cool.

The more I think about it, though, the less surprising this becomes. Extreme ironing makes offroad unicycling seem downright logical by comparison.

Comments

Crystal Jordan May 31, 2008 at 6:52 am
I have to say, after witnessing an extreme eating contest and realizing people participated for "fun," extreme unicycling sounds like a reasonable sport. I'm not sure I want to know what extreme ironing is :-)
Ian May 31, 2008 at 10:00 am
Wow, I've never had the, um, 'thrill' of spectating at an eating competition. I would guess that seeing that kind of thing in person would put a damper on one's appetite... What contest did you witness?

But I have to admit, with perhaps a little bit of shame, that I do follow the hot dog eating contest held on Coney Island every July Fourth. I'm rooting for The Tsunami to regain his title after last year's stunning reversal of fortune [Caution: link contains still-frame video of what can go wrong at an extreme eating competition... which is probably pretty much what you'd guess.]

But I sure wouldn't want to see it in person. I don't think I could stomach seeing anybody eat 50 or 60 hotdogs in 12 minutes. I don't even like hot dogs to begin with...

No matter how strange it might be, extreme ironing has got to be less disgusting. :-)

Crystal Jordan June 1, 2008 at 6:17 am
I don't know...all extreme eating can give you is a stunning "reversal of fortune." Irons have a lot more potential to permanently damage a person. Consider if they made contestants iron things while in weird positions or while juggling hot irons--you get the picture. The burns would be quite nasty...and the smell when they burned themselves...well, I'd rather not witness it in person. Then again, I like eating, but I don't like any kind of housework, so watching people iron FOR FUN might simply make me feel like a domestic anti-goddess. Many reasons to avoid extreme ironing, you see.
Sage June 2, 2008 at 7:33 pm
I have not personally indulged in Extreme Ironing, but a snippet of info about an Australian underwater reef ironing contest drifted past my ears while I was, er, ironing. I think it would be a true test of spray-on sizing (starch), is what I think.
Melinda Snodgrass June 5, 2008 at 10:38 am
And people say Los Alamos is dull! Where else would you see a unicyclist making his way to work? And a place where all the restaurants close at 8:00. Make that 7:00 if business is slow. Actually I nearly starved to death in Los Alamos. I drove up the night before I was singing a concert to find all the restaurants had closed, and even the 7 to 11 was closing at 9:00. I begged and the clerk stayed open long enough for me to buy a stale ham and cheese sandwich, a can of coke and a bag of chips. A fine dining.
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