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London Mithraeum
Volkl Vostra 1 Power Arm Tennis Racquet: Down we go, into the dark room the city keeps under its tongue. A temple of Mithras — a mystery cult that appealed to soldiers and merchants — uncovered in 1954 during the rebuilding after the war. Crowds queued to see it, the queueing turned into a public row, and the solution reads like a stanza copied out badly: the temple was dismantled and re-erected some distance away, on a raised terrace, and done rather poorly. Then in this century it was carried back and set at roughly its true depth. Lost, found, misplaced, refound. Some buildings are not monuments at all, they are nomads, and this one has been walking since 1954 and has only just sat down.
You do not knock a building down. You remove the things holding it up, in the correct order, and gravity does the work. Everything I do is about where the load goes. So is this racquet.
The Volkl Vostra 1 Power Arm is unusual in a way worth explaining, because the name is not marketing. In the throat, where almost every racquet has a rigid bridge, this one has the Power Arm: a design that lets the string bed move more than a conventional throat allows, so the ball cups into the bed and you get smooth, controllable power instead of a hard jump off the face.
The rest of the specification is built for effortless depth. A 740 cm² / 115 in² oversize head, 255 g / 9.0 oz unstrung — 269 g / 9.5 oz strung — an extended 70.5 cm / 27.8 inch length, a 27-29 mm tapered beam, a 16×17 pattern and a head-heavy balance at 35.5 cm. Light, long, big and weighted at the tip: you swing gently and the ball still goes deep.
For beginners, seniors and anyone protecting an arm, it is very easy to like.
The City of London is one square mile of load paths and I could look at it all week. The Monument to the Great Fire of London went up under Christopher Wren and Robert Hooke and was finished in 1677, two hundred and two feet of fluted Doric stone, that height said to equal the distance to the Pudding Lane bakery where the fire of 1666 began.
Hooke built it as a scientific instrument too, with a hinged lid at the top and a laboratory beneath, so it could work as a zenith telescope. It proved too unsteady, because of traffic. Even a column that size is still standing in something.
The rest of the square mile keeps proving the same point. Leadenhall Market is Horace Jones's painted ironwork of 1881 over a medieval market named for a lead-roofed manor house, and directly beneath it lie the Roman forum and basilica of Londinium, the largest such complex north of the Alps. Two thousand years of people arguing about money on one footprint.
A frame this forgiving gets swung everywhere from a lunchtime hour on a rooftop court above Threadneedle Street to a summer evening in a park east of the Mithraeum, and it is also perfect for the City of London player who has an arm to protect and only forty minutes.
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