"What Else Should I Be... All Apologies..."

Well. Sorry about the post immediately below…but sometimes ya just gotta rant, ya know? My attitude has been adjusted. There’s not much that a quick 50-mile ride on a brilliant Fall day (cloudless sky, mid-70s, and a willing steed), followed up with a Sunshine Wheat and a Camacho 1962 of the Churchill variety, won’t cure. Doubtless there may be some things the foregoing won’t alleviate…but not many.

Speaking of Sunshine Wheat…here’s…

Today’s Pic: “Still Life” of the sort usually found in and around El Casa Móvil De Pennington. What you see is the current barley-pop selection available at El Casa Móvil… From left to right: Fat Tire, Sunshine Wheat, and Shiner Bock. Directly in front is the remaining half of that Camacho 1962 I consumed immediately prior to putting up this post… ensconced in my favorite souvenir ash tray, purloined from some Nipponese juke-joint in the waaay-back. If truth be told I think The Second Mrs. Pennington had the sticky fingers on the occasion of this lifting, but I could be wrong. It’s rare, but it has been known to happen.

The BX was out of Fat Tire in sixers when I made my re-supply run earlier this week, so I was forced to purchase the Beer of Choice in 22 ounce containers. Which isn’t a bad thing, Gentle Reader. I just won’t be knocking back three of these at a single sitting. Or then again, I just might. But I danged sure won’t be driving after. Or riding.