The ideal restorative.

Thirty miles on the bike this morning, followed by five solid hours cleaning out the garage in anticipation of the annual Curmudgeon's NA Confidential party during New Albany's Harvest Homecoming parade (don't worry, it isn;t until October; I wanted to get a jump on it this year), left me almost too exhausted to drink a beer.

Fortunately one of my two remaining 2002 Cantillon Lou Pepe Gueuze lambics talked me out of it.

As my friend Barrie used to say: OOOHHHH .... Aaaahhhh.

Literally, there'll be none of that in Germany, the Czech Republic and Austria during the forthcoming beercycling trip, but I'll just have to make do.