We finished off the keg of Gordons yesterday. It was a sad moment, the end of a glorious keg.
I felt inspired to write a poem in it's honor, but a Haiku, not a regular poem, because I didn't want to try too hard.
The Gordons is gone
It was a glorious keg
Gordon will be back
Man! I'm a freaking poet!
So we ran out of beer, but we are in good hands. Our beloved customers have delivered a 12er of Dales, a 6er of Stone IPA, and a growler of Marble Imperial Stout in the past 2 days.
And our friends over at Marble just informed us that the double IPA is now on tap regularly. Perhaps that should be our next keg?
I had been thinking that we would limit our beer to one keg a month for this year, you know, in an attempt to control spending and all. Fortunately, the new month starts awfully soon.
Managed to hork my back this week, so I'm not going to be riding this weekend. Fortunately the mountain biking is extremely limited at the moment, so it won't be so hard. Resisting snowboarding however, that's getting a little tough.
I just finished building a Lynskey Pro29 for a certain doctor customer friend of ours. It has some stinky light Stan's wheels, a Sram XX drivetrain, a few light bits here and there, and it is wicked sweet. It weighs in at a whopping 21.75lbs with pedals, sealant in the tires, and Kenda Karma tires. Not bad at all.
I should put a pic up to accompany, but I'm not, because I don't feel like it at the moment. So there.
Well, that's about all this poet has to share for now. Unfortunately, the growler of stout has been finished off while I've had my back turned, typing on the computer. Life is so unfair.