Full Disclosure: I’m writing this post while feeling sickly, so who knows if it’ll make sense or not. I mean – less sense than normal, I guess.
When I started out in bike polo, I did so on a 1968 Schwinn Typhoon, pictured below:
And while that served the dual purpose of crushing anything in its path and still making me look like a foppish dandy, it wasn’t terribly suited for the courts.
The Polo Elders, recognizing my plight after the first day, whisked me to the Fall Velo Swap where (as previously explained in this blog), I managed to get a nearly full polo rig for under 100 clams.
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