I took my unicycle to northern Louisiana this last weekend. I was visiting my
folks, and riding in Lincoln Parish Park. They have a nice 10-mile singletrack.
This is the boonies--half way between Shreveport and Monroe.
I didn't like the tire I was using on Friday, so I went to the local bike
store--a truly tiny place. He showed me a Hutchinson, and asked what I was
using it for. I told him I was unicycling.
He stopped cold, stared at me for a few hard seconds, then pronounced with
absolute certainty: "You're not Kris Holm." I felt the way Dan Quayle must have
felt when he was told that he "was no Jack Kennedy." I told the guy he was
right, I wasn't Kris Holm--and that if he needed proof, he could come outside
and see me ride. What a small world we live in!
Bainbridge Island, WA