You're not Kris Holm!

[Maxfield D]

I took my unicycle to northcentral Louisiana--visiting my parents last
week--and went riding in Lincoln Parish Park in Ruston, LA. The park is great,
with 10 miles of singletrack laid out in a tapeworm fashion.

I didn't like the tire I was using the first day, so I stopped by the only bike
store in Ruston to get a replacement. Now, we're talking "out in the boonies"
half way between Monroe and Shreveport. I tell the bike store owner that I just
need one tire, because it's for my unicycle. He stops, stares at me intently
for several long seconds, then proclaims without any doubt: "You're not Kris
Holm." I felt the way Dan Quayle must have felt when he was told, "I knew Jack
Kennedy, and you're no Jack Kennedy."

I told the guy that I wasn't Kris, and if he needed proof, then he could come
outside and see me ride. It was fun.

David Maxfield
Bainbridge Island, WA

[John Foss]

> That bike salesman never should have talked like that to
> begin with. Your come back was good, though.

I think the bike shop salesman meant it as a question, like "You're not Kris
Holm, are you?"

That's pretty amazing though. Many times I've met people who have seen "this
guy who did so-and-so," but hardly every a person who knows him by name.

Stay on top,
John Foss, the Uni-Cyclone
jfoss@unicycling.com
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