On April 1oth, 2010 my relationship with the bicycle changed.
Early April 2010:
Ted and I are looking for some form of bicycle community here in Lancaster, not the Lycra clad, pretty boy, Lexus driving variety either, something more organic. We want to find people with passion for and a commitment to the bicycle. Period. Trolling the web at Square One Coffee we stumble upon Lancaster City Bike Polo’s Facebook page. Our curiosity is piqued.
April 10th, 2010:
Cuppy and Kyle from LCBP introduce me to this bicycle polo thing. Kyle gives me a mallet and I feel as though I have just been given Excalibur 
though it is really just a ski pole with a piece of gas pipe on the end. We hit the ball around and listen to Kyle wondering where everyone else is. “More players next time Trace, thanks for coming out.” I ride home, Excalibur mallet in hand, not fully comprehending what I just experienced.
Later in April 2010:
More players DO show up. I play my first game of bicycle polo. The stars align. Birds are singing. I crash far more often than a sober person should. I can’t stop giggling like a little girl.
Spring 2010 to present: I suffer from polo addiction. There is only one cure.
Celebrating a year of Bike Polo makes you an old man in our organization, Trace. We’re happy to have your skill and character on the court.