I've pushed the my old Nishiki to the limits, and short of it being stolen by a cyclops and reforged by Vulcan himself in the fires beneath Mount Etna... well, you get the idea. It's not a polo bike no matter how much i want it to be one.
Call it frustration, call it anticipation, but after Riverside next weekend I'm retiring this thing for good. Even if that means i don't have a polo bike for a while. It's becoming a crutch- I need a sword.
One last ride into battle and she'll finally be put out to pasture.