The First Question Was… “How Much Is It?” - MuniQ 28/Mar/2026

Spring is finally starting to show in Kyoto — azaleas and cherry blossoms are beginning to bloom. And as always, what am I doing? Yep, mountain unicycling. With weather this nice, it seems there was a big hiking event going on. Turns out the trail I usually practice on was part of their course, so I had to ride carefully through a ridiculous number of hikers. Then a bunch of teenagers surrounded me and started asking all sorts of questions about the unicycle. And of course, the very first thing they asked was, “How much is it?” Ah yes… that’s the world for you. #mountainunicycle #fail #unicycle #trailriding #hxvoc #synthesizerv #synthesizervオリジナル曲 #ボカロ #originalsong [Lyrics] Dust‑driven dawn, I’m spun on plenty of spokes, Cracks in the cliff click like a metronome’s stroke. The night gnawed my nerves, now the sun draws a line, I rise on the ridge, rising while the world reclines. Cold‑alloy screams, the tire tears through thin air, Heart beats in beats, a drum‑like dare‑to‑share. Every slip sheds a story, every scar sparks a spark, I’m balanced on bluffs, battles turned to a bark. The wind whips, my mind flips, but the wheel won’t quit I’m a lone rider, fire‑tide, carving cliffs with grit. One will, one hill, one wheel downhill, Stone‑cold, soul‑bold, I’m beating time. Ridge to ridge, I bridge the abyss, Crash to crash, I rise from the kiss of the mist. Shadows shiver, I shiver in the same breath, Past pains plain as the plume of a phoenix’s death. The path pulses, a pulse‑point of pine‑packed prose, I push the pedal, pull the past, pose the present’s pose. Rocks rattle, I rattle back with a rebel’s grin, Each crack tracks where my courage has been. The world whirls, I whirl in a storm‑spun spin, One‑wheel wheels, the feel of fire within. The sky sighs, the climb climbs, the echo of every scar— I ride the rhythm, ride the ruin, a lone lone‑star. One will, one hill, one wheel downhill, Stone‑cold, soul‑bold, I’m beating time. Ridge‑to‑ridge, I bridge the abyss, Crash‑to‑crash, I rise from the kiss of the mist. Mid‑air maw, the thunder roars, I soar on a single core— A groove of grit, a grit of groove, every echo every move. Feel the friction, fiction fades under the frost of fire, One will, one hill, one wheel downhill, Stone‑cold, soul‑bold, I’m beating time. Ridge‑to‑ridge, I bridge the abyss, Crash‑to‑crash, I rise from the kiss of the mist.