That’s what would result if I got on one of these things…let alone commute with it. But that’s what this is…a commuter unicycle.
I live in Marietta, Georgia…a suburb of Atlanta. Nothing special about this place. People trudge to work and trudge back on their daily commute. It’s a carbon copy of many other big city suburbs.
But, special things do happen here. Or maybe I should say “unusual” things.
There is a fellow who lives here named John Drummond. He used to ride a unicycle as a kid. For about 20 years it sat idle in his basement, he had outgrown it. Then one day, as an adult, he decided it might be fun to try it again. He quickly realized he would need a new unicycle. But alas, there weren’t any in the area. No stores carried them. What to do?
Well, John decided to start unicycle.com and sell the dang things all over the world. Goodbye IBM, hello Unicycle.com. A bit of an over reaction maybe but it has worked out well.
I just love stories like this. I mean for cryin’ out loud, who’d a thunk it. An international business selling unicycles online from Marietta, GA.? Riiiiiiight. But hey, John and his extended family run the company and apparently it is thriving. I see him noodling around on the local sidewalks occasionally…at least I suppose it’s him, I’ve never met him.
You have to admire the drive it must have taken to get this going…and keep it going (no pun intended). As far as I know, it’s strictly an online business. There is no bricks and mortar store front. But, if you check his website, there are loads of dealers across the USA and Europe. I’d have to say John is the Henry Ford of unicycles. Take an idea and make it big.
As for me…well, I would have to learn to ride one of these inside a rubber room. Otherwise, I would certainly wander off the sidewalk in some deadly direction into traffic. Onlookers would hear a rather squeamish, extended scream coming from my lungs and glimpse an uh-oh look on my face as I flailed my arms and wiggled my butt wildly attempting to get out of the way. It would all be over quickly, but it’s not my idea of a good way to transition to the afterlife.
So, until said rubber room for unicycle training exists, I will steer clear of unicycles.






