For the longest time, I thought bike polo in Toronto was the most intimidating sport in the entire world. Maybe second to this...
But, then I actually went out to play. And instead of surly bravado, I was greeted by a bunch awesome people, enjoying a humid summer night with beers and bikes and ski poles turned mallots. I wasn't even judged by my choice of bike (giant cruiser w/ coaster breaks)... maybe just pitied.
So polo's becoming a regular pastime for the nightshades... regardless of whether we're really good (Patricia) or really really bad (me). Or maybe you're just "Kamikaze Irene" with her tendency to crash into unsuspecting EVERYONE... not sure where that fits on the spectrum from good to bad.
Fun Mondays & Welcome Wednesdays!
@ scadding court
ps. who wants to go zorbing in new zealand??!!