Pedal Strike

TweetI’ve never been to California, or the West Coast. Even with the beautiful weather and equally beautiful people, I was always convinced that the dreary, cold, bitterly sarcastic East Coast [or, at least the New England area] suited my personality much better. These days, though, I’m flirting with the idea of checking out the other […]

TweetDid I really write a half-sentimental, verging on fuzzy-wuzzy post on bike polo yesterday? Yeah, yeah I did. Wow. That’s kind of embarrassing. I mean, sure everyone who plays in Boston is incredibly laid-back, but the reality of playing polo is more “Fight Club” than “Sister Act.” More “Kill Bill” than “Snow White.” It involves […]

TweetIn a former life, I would either be currently attached to a TV or in Kentucky, with a ridiculous hat and a mint julep. Because, hello, today is the Kentucky Derby. The first of the coveted Triple Crown, I’ve dreamed of watching this legendary race in person for years. And back when I would have […]

TweetCruising home last Sunday on the new track bike, a tall, lanky boy caught my eye. Brown tussled hair, dressed in black, and features that can curl up into a super cute smile. Added plus? He was loaded with polo mallets. I shouted out his name and gave a wave before turning onto Harvard Ave. […]

TweetA few months ago, feeling that I really had nothing left to lose, I randomly biked to the William E. Smith playing field in Allston to watch my first game of bike polo. My appearance was, being totally random, awkward. But a firm believer in the power of enthusiasm, I showed up again the next […]