Cold Beer, n-o-t Weather!
Draught Beer, Not Students..
Old college saying. To bad it didn't work out. Misprint in the last ABM blog where we said this stretch of bone chilling numbness could be the longest stretch since the 1990's...wrong...make that, the 1890's. It's normal for the south to experience a day or two of cold, then we bounce right back. Not so this time around. It's in the 20's night after night, unheard of in the sunshine state. At least it's not snowing. For the last two days I've been trying to think of a way to say that our lack of riding problem is nothing compared to most of the rest of the country. You're right. We're spoiled. Having said this, the better half is totally into riding around town when it's 39-40 degrees. On go the full leathers, and off she went. Hades hath no fury like a woman possessed, who insists on rding, no matter the weather.
And now the beer apology:
Complainin' about the 24 leftover bottles out of a case of Bud Light was kinda stupid, considering I hadn't had one in ages. Yesterday's grudgingly high temp of 41 gave your faithful servant some time to work around the house, and test out a few of those little brown bottles. They ain't cervecas, but they are pretty good. At 60 calories, it takes a couple of 'em to equal out a Corona, but the taste is decent, and they will get the job done. Only complaint is the constant burping. There's a big Bud plant in my hometown, and the BL was stamped with a mid-December date. Worth your while to go after the stuff that's less than a couple weeks old. Way better than stale.
I take back my disparaging remark about only being good for making bratwurst. ABM will save further remarks for Keystone Light, which I know for certain, sucks. Full Disclosure: At one point during the 90's, it was the only beer I could afford, a shot stomach, not withstanding.
Old college saying. To bad it didn't work out. Misprint in the last ABM blog where we said this stretch of bone chilling numbness could be the longest stretch since the 1990's...wrong...make that, the 1890's. It's normal for the south to experience a day or two of cold, then we bounce right back. Not so this time around. It's in the 20's night after night, unheard of in the sunshine state. At least it's not snowing. For the last two days I've been trying to think of a way to say that our lack of riding problem is nothing compared to most of the rest of the country. You're right. We're spoiled. Having said this, the better half is totally into riding around town when it's 39-40 degrees. On go the full leathers, and off she went. Hades hath no fury like a woman possessed, who insists on rding, no matter the weather.
And now the beer apology:
Complainin' about the 24 leftover bottles out of a case of Bud Light was kinda stupid, considering I hadn't had one in ages. Yesterday's grudgingly high temp of 41 gave your faithful servant some time to work around the house, and test out a few of those little brown bottles. They ain't cervecas, but they are pretty good. At 60 calories, it takes a couple of 'em to equal out a Corona, but the taste is decent, and they will get the job done. Only complaint is the constant burping. There's a big Bud plant in my hometown, and the BL was stamped with a mid-December date. Worth your while to go after the stuff that's less than a couple weeks old. Way better than stale.
I take back my disparaging remark about only being good for making bratwurst. ABM will save further remarks for Keystone Light, which I know for certain, sucks. Full Disclosure: At one point during the 90's, it was the only beer I could afford, a shot stomach, not withstanding.
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