Of all the bizarre events to come to Wellington in recent times, none quite prepared me for the sight of 600 unicyclists pedalling furiously for the loo.
At least that’s what it looked like at the World Unicycle Championships on the Wellington waterfront yesterday.
A unicycle has no handlebars, see. So the rider in a hurry must hold on for dear life to the front of his or her seat.
Which has the effect of making the race look like the world championship of speed crotch-grabbing.
The guy on the left adopts the standard crouch-and-grab posture. He was from Germany, I think.
I had to admire the young one-armed unicyclist from Denmark, whose competitive spirit had shades of the Black Knight from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
The guy in the red looks particularly keen to finish, while the bearded Korean seemed tickled by my chant of “Go Ho Chi Minh!”
A wonderfully zany family spectacle, lured to the southern hemisphere for the first time by master event manager Arthur Klap.