Bike Polo time!
On Saturday, J. and I met A., D., and M. for some Shanghai bike polo. The boys had played the previous weekend and raved about it, so we thought it was worth a shot. This weekend was the third organized set of games, and the crowd was healthy. Most of the people were foreigners living in Shanghai, but there were a few locals. Most of the bikes were fancy fixed gears, though all bike were welcome.
A. and D.
Traditional sports nearby.
The games started at 1PM near a wide set of steps leading up to Shanghai Stadium. A few played in earnest, but two security guards dressed in grey suits were passive aggressively trying to get them to leave. The guards nabbed balls, blocked the goals. They claimed to be kicking us out because of a soccer game that afternoon, but a similar shooing had happened the week before. I think it was more of a power trip.
After some deliberation, the group paraded to a vacant parking lot behind an ice skating rink on the northwest corner of the complex. The area was a little more inconspicuous, partially shaded, and security approved. This will be the grounds for the future games.
Games were played with two teams of three riders each. The goals were made from orange cones spaced one bike apart. Little walls were built with stones from a rubble pile to keep the balls from rolling away on shot attempts. They weren’t very effective and kept getting plowed into by riders. Each game went to five points. They seemed pretty slow and awkward looking from the sidelines, but were much more frantic to play.
The heat of the game.
Spectators and the tap out point.
Blue bike, blue clothes, red wall.
I played three games, scoring a few goals and setting up a few others. It was incredible hard to not touch the ground, control a ball with a mallet, and not crash into other bikers. If you touched the ground, you had to bike over to a large soccer ball shaped kiosk to tap out before going into the game again. There were a few spectacular crashes that day, though I wasn’t involved in any. I did T-bone someone and fall of my seat a few times though.
Me trying to get the dang ball under control.
Me getting the ball unstuck from behind the goal.
Music played from a ghetto blaster on the sidelines. I brought the feather for some kicking fun. There were drinks, friends, spectators. The games went well into the early evening. It was a great way to spend a Saturday.
The sun gets low.
Earlier on Saturday, J. and rode northward to eat lunch at a cafe called Pier 39. J. had a craving for clam chowder in a bread bowl. I had a craving for a vegetable sandwich. The food was a little pricy, but good. But the highlight by far was the rooftop deck. The weather was perfect and sunny. The deck overlooked a dense neighborhood of old buildings surrounded by high-rises.
Construction on the driveway of our apartment.
Rooftop view from Pier 39 Cafe..
Dense old homes.
Man putting clothes up to dry.
Old lady on her sunny porch.
Plants on a balcony.
The thoughtful man of Shanghai.
I could have spent the whole day sitting up there.
J.’s take on the day is right here on her blog.