There is a unicycle no-man's land. I'm sure that no-one who knows what they are doing goes there anymore, but I bet they've been there. It isn't a place, really. Its a position.
I go there sometimes when I'm losing my balance. Usually it's when I whoop forward, arch back to catch myself, realize it's a lost cause and take my feet off the pedals to step off the beast. But wait, for a moment the unicycle is perfectly, mercilessly balanced under me. My feet are reaching helplessly for the ground, but to no avail because the unicycle is rigidly positioned between me and the earth. My arms are frozen in mid flail, my face paralyzed with an Edvard Munch look of horror.
And then the moment passes and I fall. But because the balance was so sublime, I have no clue which way I'm coming down. I really don't need that type of random excitement anymore.