Dogfish Head brewery is my favorite brewery, after Sweetwater, of course. They produce some of the finest IPAs in the country, and I drink their 60 and 90 minute IPAs more than just about any other beer on the market. I have often heard rumor of the existence of a a Dogfish Head brewery 120 minute IPA. I say rumor because in Georgia, you cant sell beer on Sunday and you cant sell beer with an alcohol content higher than 14%. Well, the 120 minute clocks in between 18%-20% abv making it illegal to sell in Georgia. 120 is also only brewed three times a year, and sells out instantly. So imagine my surprise when I stumbled on some in Panama City, FL. At $10 a 12oz bottle, it aint cheap, but given the rep of Dogfish, I picked up two bottles, and now I wish I bought the entire store out.
This beer is marketed as the strongest IPA on the market. The guy that sold it to me described it simply as, “intense.” Ive sampled a few extreme beers in my day, and I just thought the guy was a pussy, but turns out, the shit is intense. You can age it for 10 years, and because of the residual sugars that the yeast dont eat, it only gets better over time, instead of turning into a funky soggy bready mess like most beers. It reminded me of a cognac almost, and feels more like Sherry in your mouth than a beer. Its actually sweet, not bitter, which is not what you would expect from a hopped out beer, but due to the sugars, its a nice balance. You absolutely have to have this beer if you havent yet. Drive to FL if you have to, and bring me back some.
Last weekend was the first official SGT Man Weekend at the lake. Just dudes, beer and boats. I have no idea why we thought that was a good idea either, but turns out, it was. We drank, cooked ribs, surfed, drank beer while surfing, and even broke out the airchair for some shredding. Here is a little video of man time.
Earlier I posted about my trip to Paris and the bike tour we took. It was pretty much the best thing I have done on a trip in some time. I had my GoPro with me the whole time, and from time to time I shot some video. After going through the footage I realized shooting stills and shooting video are two very different things, but I am learning from my mistakes.
Below is a little video I put together. Its me, on a bike, in Paris. Thrilling stuff. What I wasnt able to shoot was the boat ride at night through the Seine where the tour ended, and the epic partying that went on well into the night with the Kiwis we met there.
I picked up a new mountain bike a few weeks ago off SGT friend and confidant Lassy. I was feeling good on the new ride, though a little tired, when I went across the road to the Craters of the Moon section of the Olympic Mountain Bike Course in Conyers yesterday. Sloppy riding means you fall. Hard. Check it out.
Fat Tire Bike Tour at night through the streets of Paris. This was the best thing we did the entire trip. The company is owned by some Texans, and the tour is lead by some recent Texas A&M grads. Our guide was Max, and Max didnt give a fuck about the French. Max was awesome. We would crowd the one lane streets 20 deep, with goddamn Puegot’s going insane because they couldnt get by us. Max instructed us all to just ignore them, they were French so they could just suck one. We pedaled through the highlights of Paris, the Louvre, Eiffel Tower, Champs-Elysees, the Seine, Notre Dame and a bunch of other old and famous French type shit.
It was a bunch of fat middle aged Americans, me, the wife, and two of her Kiwi countrymen who randomly signed up for the tour. I was asked to bring up the rear of the group, of which there were about 20, since there was only 1 guide and he lead the way and I looked like just the asshole to deal with the irate French. The idea was I could keep the heard from getting seperated and Max would always know where the end of the line was by spotting me. No one was supposed to get behind me. Well, about half the people could hardly pedal the damn bikes, and at least 3 of them repeatedly fell behind by doing stupid shit like stopping for yellow lights as the rest of the group went through and hitting the brakes every time a Fiat so much as got within 30 feet of them. I quickly tired of that bullshit.
Mind you, we are often going down 6 lane thoroughfares of Paris’s most trafficked streets, with crazy French assholes cutting us off, and pedestrians darting all over the joint. There is safety in numbers, but these bastards were strung out a few hundred yards apart, single file. Trying to keep a quarter mile of retards together while trying to take in the sites, all the while shooting the entire ride with my GoPro was nearly impossible. I eventually instituted a rule that if you cant keep the guy with the reflective vest (me) in front of you, you deserve to be left behind, and I stopped waiting on them every ten feet. Turns out, we lost 3 people at the Louvre, no kidding (sorry Max). Im sure it built character or something as they had to find their own way back. We eventually made it to the boat where the tour ended with a cruise through the Seine River with complementary wine. Me, 3 Kiwis, and all you can drink wine. The bike ride back to the Eiffel Tower after 2 hours of boozing down under style was an adventure itself. I highly recommend you do this if given a chance. Below are some pics from the trip.
When I was in London last week, my home base was Primrose Hill. If you arent in the know, substitute “Primrose” for “Beverly” and you are in the vicinity. I have never ever seen so many banging cars in one place, just parked on the street like its a goddam Taurus. Notice the photo of the Ferrari and the Bently backed up to each other. This is not staged, this is not a special event, this is just where normal people park their ever loving cars on the street in Primrose Hill.
Which may be the reason Bansky (allegedly) just hit up a pub in Primrose (see pic below) and made a new installation of a lion and Banky’s trademark girl with balloon with the caption “Run For Your Lives.” Me, I dont think its Bansky bc I spotted 2 obvious fakes within 2 blocks, the girl does not look like the normal Banksy balloon girl, there is no obvious political message, this is a little below Banksy’s standards these days (seeing as he does 3 story installations and painted real live elephants now) he denies it was him, and most importantly the Englishman of our crew called complete bullshit astutely noticing that the mirrors hung by the proprietor were set just high enough to make the installation possible.. But anyway, it set the London street scene on fire debating whether it was or was not really him since it just went up. Check out the probably fake Banskey, as well as an original OG Bansky defaced by Team Robbo.
Im in London. So far it has been a long plane ride, a tube ride, a cab ride and then a walk to the pub where we stayed until nearly passing out (jet lag). Steven Merchant was drinking beers there for about 3 hours, which was cool. If you dont know who Steven Merchant is, he is the guy along with Ricky Gervais who invented the popular TV show, The Office. He also has a show on HBO right now.
All of these pics were shot using my little GoPro. Thanks to the dudes at Unique Squared for hooking me up with one.
SO yesterday I went and kicked it with the Portland Prince aka 125 aka Rhett Whatley aka DJ Daily Bread….It was good to catch up and see what he has cooking in the lab fo sho. See this guy sends me beats at least once a week I’m telling you they keep getting better and better. Also I love how he still has the picture I took of MarlesBarkley on his screen saver. Dopeness.
So here is a little sneak peak into his studio/home and one of his latest creations.
Stay tuned to more posts of his shit in the upcoming weeks and you better know that I’m getting him back out on the water for a great return….
