There hasn't been enough cycling posts in these parts – must be to do with the fact that I've bought a new pair of running shoes, and/or I've been a bit reluctant to do serious miles on my carbon sex machine these last few weeks as it's been a wee bit dreich. And I've had shin splints to boot; so I've been a bit grumpy not getting my regular natural high – hence the lambic post.
Lightweight that I am, and coupled with the fact I'm in Praha this week, I've found 'cycling solace' in an undiscovered part of the bike world (to me at least) that again fits into Hugh's Microbrand braces (to me at least). This time it's Kolová – or cycle ball.
What's that by chumly, I here you cry? Here's the skinny:
'Played by teams of two on specially modified bicycles, the game is effectively a mounted version of indoor football. The catch, however, is that players aren't allowed to touch the ball with their feet or hands (unless goalkeeping). Instead, players use their front wheels to direct a 650 gram ball stuffed with horsehair towards the opposition's goal.' TimeOut
Now all I have to do is go see a game when I move here later in the month . . .