Post Ride Beer Stream of Consciousness

PRBSoC #1: Pizza Port/Smog City and Burgeon

Stream of consciousness writing is a style that basically involves having the narrator/writer put into words what is running through their head. Thoughts put on paper, so to speak, in an unedited form, is the way I see it.

New for 2024 here on PASEANDO MTB is/will be a PRBSoC series, not to be confused with your PBR sox for when you’re cooling around at the hipster “dive” bar. As a way to feature indie beers, I’ll snap some photos of beers and then put words to paper while drinking those beers and then put it on here. Two things will be accomplished, among other things, I suppose: sharing thoughts on beer and sharing thoughts on mountain biking, along with whatever else travels through my brain.

Black IPAs were popular a decade or so ago. This one looks and tastes great. Not as malty/sweet as some stouts that look like this would be. Hops. IPA = don’t get fooled by looks. Fun art/graphics. Smog City and Pizza Port have a nice collab on this one.

Pleasant afternoon. Lemon tree is full still. I wonder if Larry wants another bag full. I’ll pick ‘em anyway and deliver and say Happy Holidays!

I could sit here a while. Well, I guess I can. Nothing to do. Lucky.

Nice ride. Easy going. Loving the sunshine in December. Warm temps. Not hot/not cold. Perfect.

Had a thought while riding: what is is about nostalgia and the thoughts of everything was better before when we all know that it wasn’t better when considering bike tech, etc.?

Remember when it was better tomorrow, with the disc brakes and dropper posts and all that squish up front and out back? I’ve been saying for years that all this new tech is like cheating while mountain biking. Cheater bikes!

Better yesterday? Can’t say that for access. It was fun riding rogue, though, poaching trails. All that poaching led to opening up of trails, I’d argue, overall, as being positive.

Access is getting trickier with the e-bike situation. I don’t understand why orgs push policy without data/research? I don’t understand why land managers are willing to do it? Wait, yes, I do. Money and power/politics.

Not wanting to think about that right now. Where are the hawks? Cedar wax wings have been around for a month now. Loving the daily morning songs of the cactus wren. Hope to see the owl one of these evenings.

Hi, bunny rabbit. Hope one of the feral cats doesn’t get you.

Second beer? Why not?

Hammock time.

Such an integral part of my life for 25 years. Laying suspended in air with a book, or with nothing, or with a beer, or coffee, or tea, and the day passing by and passing by and passing by …

Late in the season for a fresh hop. It’s okay. Not a wow-factor present at all. Good enough, though. I won’t pour it out. Wait, what is this?

Fresh frozen cryo hops? WTF? No! Fresh into the freezer and then brought out of the freezer is no longer fresh. Fresh-hopped means from vine to kettle. Come on, Burgeon. Boo.

Get up and stretch the legs.

Look there, the power of 3.

When is a weed a weed and when is it not a weed? Not a weed, the way I’m seeing it.