SEATTLE, Washington: Bikes circle like sharks lean, lithe and predatory. "Keep moving, just keep moving," Matt Messenger urges. Then he weasels his mallet between my wheels and snags the ball. Rookie meat, I jam the brake yes, just one smash the cycle into a horizontal skid and bounce out of the wreckage.
"Nice fall!"
The sport is bike polo, the "urban/hardcourt" strain, as opposed to the more sedate variety on grass. All players need is a ball, a mallet monstered together from a ski pole and PVC pipe, usually and a junker bike, often stripped of entangling elements like that pesky second brake and handlebar.
Read the full story in the Seattle Post-Intelligencer. Inexplicably, three paragraphs from the sidebar migrated to the conclusion. But I got to trot out "bogarted" and introduce the word "grungelegant," so, hey, net gain!
No way, Castleman, are you blogging real-time now?
ReplyDeleteApparently. For now, at least...
ReplyDeleteYou are slowly moving into the realm of real-time reporting. You wait, before you know it you will be there at the next shooting, with your note-pad....for the Intellinger...never mind
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ReplyDeleteThat was me at 18, 25 even... Upward and onward now!
After experiencing London traffic on a bicycle I think I'll be carrying one of those lovely hammers for my commute.
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