Beer tastes better after a flat tire
We have all seen those sorry suckers on the side of the road, disabled with a flat tire.
Thursday I was one of them.
The only thing worse than having a flat tire during rush hour, is fielding a 6 p.m. call from your wife telling you she has a flat tire and is sitting on the shoulder of an expressway ramp
When I pulled my car behind her car at the North Avenue-28th Street ramp off the JFK Thursday evening it was hot, humid and the traffic was, shall we say, in a hurry.
I brought along my trusty bicycle pump, and as traffic whizzed by, I pumped away. After some 200 strokes the injured tire had enough air in it to allow me to limp to the St. Paul Amoco gas station. My wife, meanwhile, drove my car to the store, where she was headed before the flat tire stopped her.
I left the car at the gas station to be mended ( It needed an new air valve) and walked home. I was sweaty and needed a beer. When I got home, I peeled off my wet shirt and pulled a Stoudts Smooth Hoperator from the fridge.
This beer has copper color, a terrific head and a distinctive Summit hop bite. But, after the flat tire incident, I was not especially interested in grace notes. For me this beer was primarily cold and refreshing.
Beer , I decided, always tastes better after you deal with car trouble. Agree?
Anybody else got a "rescue " story, one that ends with a brew.?
Comments
What, no Fat Tire to commemorate the flat tire? I'm always one for irony or corny-ness, wherever it can be found.
As for rescue stories, the best I can come up with is once i found $20, which i later discovered my friend lost at that very place (he told me he lost it there before i mentioned I found it, so no trickery there). I gave him the money, and as a thank you he bought me a six pack of yuengling, or something like that. Always nice to be rewarded.
Posted by: Pat on lees | June 6, 2008 5:21 PM
I don't know about a flat tire but I do know how good a beer tastes after a week of not being able to drink anything cold due to chemo therapy. Last Sunday I convinced my wife to take me to Victory for Hop Devil on cask. Nothing has ever tasted better.
Posted by: Mark | June 7, 2008 9:21 PM
Best I can offer is having to change a flat after a beer fest in Kennett Square, PA, in pouring rain - it was the first time the company van had a flat, and it was a bear getting the factory-overtorqued bolts off. Brewer Rob Perry and I were drenched, and when we finally got back to Baltimore (after a dreadful I-95-in-the-rain drive) we had an Allagash 10th Anniversary Ale that was absolutely brilliant.
Posted by: Volker in Be-More | June 9, 2008 11:52 AM
When I was living in western Oregon I took an early saturday morning to ride my bike up the highest mountain in the coast range (Marys Peak, ~4100ft), I got 1/2 way up and was wiped, so I turned around to head home. As I was passing our local CSA farm (http://www.gatheringtogetherfarm.com/) my front flatted out around the stem...not repairable. I pulled into the farm-stand/restaurant and ordered a beer and brunch, called my partner to join me. The best Sunday brunch in a long time.
Posted by: lana | June 25, 2008 9:53 AM