Shooting lumens into the inky blackness of near-winter night, you and yr trusty furpal (—>dog) lunge forward in hasty destruction of evil calories. Yr lust for exercise is dampened, though, by the melodious sound of Snipes Vaquero dripping into a sipping glass.
You burst forth through fronds of backyard ferns and over neighbor’s urban chicken farms into your abode to catch a few savory ounces. The night’s ruminations have begun. A stillness grips the house. It’s as though the walls themselves wait in anticipation for your first taste.
Fact: Beer always tastes better after vigorous physical activity. Come to think of it, all festivals and mind-blowingly good beer bars should be directly located at the end of marathon courses. They’d push their weekend sales in 2 hrs. Especially if they piped in Vaquero exclusively. Apparently even small-ish Washington brewers can make beer with the same vertical index of a Pliny: Wispy Hop Lenticulars, Cold Crushing Bitter Glaciers and a Wide Lingering Set of Aftertaste Subpeaks.
So grab your nearest pooch, hike up those running shorts and beat your feet til your bones are ready to crumble. Then you’ll be ready to revitalize your engine and do it all again.