poloists

I should stress that I mean no disrespect to the poloists--I just don't want to see them fall victim to the same fate as the modern roadie.

"I'm Your Mama," Quoth Necessity to Invention BikeSnobNYC 2010

Since yesterday's post, I must admit that I have been troubled by the plight of the Milwaukee bicycle poloists who were zip-tied like so many hydraulic brake cables and forced to spend a grueling 11 hours in jail or, if you're old-timey, the "jernt" for simply plying their "sport" in a city parking garage.

"I'm Your Mama," Quoth Necessity to Invention BikeSnobNYC 2010

The fact is that this arrest could be a good thing for the Milwaukee poloists in that it may serve as the impetus to find a legal indoor practice venue--or, failing that, encourage them to engage in other activities during the "off season" or when conditions are not favorable to bike polo.

"I'm Your Mama," Quoth Necessity to Invention BikeSnobNYC 2010

And of course, because this particular instance of playing ball where you're not supposed to involved bicycles, there's an added layer of self-righteousness--the poloists have now been dubbed the "Milwaukee Polo 11" and will be receiving a fundraiser, presumably to defray their mallet replacement costs.

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and snob: "Milwaukee bicycle poloists who were zip-tied like so many hydraulic brake cables and.."

"I'm Your Mama," Quoth Necessity to Invention BikeSnobNYC 2010