It is time for some new stuff on this blizzog. Biking & beer people that is what this thing is all about. This blog is for anyone who rides a bike or enjoys beer.
So what do you have to say.
Hold up... News Flash
The North American Hand Built Bike Show is coming to Richmond, VA Feb 26-28
Check it out.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Count down to.... 4.27.08. party at your mama's
Are you sitting down? The 411 is that the Phat Nancy Brewers have created a special concoction to celebrate everything good. Our goal was a brew with Fat Tire flare, you have to be there to find out how good it is.
Pre-Game is on...
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
E-Dub Pale Ale
The E-Dub Pale Ale has a good flavor. It has a Sierra Nevada like citrus tone from the California Ale Yeast. It's a little light on the alcohol content at 3.7%. I'm from Utah where all beer is 3.2%, so it's still got more alcohol than anything you could buy in an entire state. This photo is the black and white version of the labels for the bottles.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
VIIXER IPA
The singletrack blog seems to have become more about beer than bikes, but cycling is never far from my mind (check out the new Richmond Slickrock video on you tube). Loco and I went on a night ride last night which was quite enjoyable. The new climb on Belle Isle is riduculously fun, as are all of the trails that the wonderful Richmond MORE folks have designed and built.
The latest Zymurgy event of the phat nancy brewers is a continually hopped IPA. The brew is ready to transfer for secondary fermentation where we plan to let it sit for at least 2 weeks with some dry hops. When it's ready it should be an ale that has very complex hop character.
The latest Zymurgy event of the phat nancy brewers is a continually hopped IPA. The brew is ready to transfer for secondary fermentation where we plan to let it sit for at least 2 weeks with some dry hops. When it's ready it should be an ale that has very complex hop character.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
E Dub Pale is in the secondary...
That is right, the second beer crafted by Phat Nancy Brewers is almost ready to bottle. The picture below is of East West Fusion Pale Ale. We are excited, you should be too.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
ESB is Brilliant! Hank the Tank is on the loose
Pepe & Loco have tasted the sweet nectar of the God's......
and it is good.
After only one week of conditioning in the bottle, it is a bit flat but
"It tastes so good when it touches your lips!" Hank the Tank
Monday, January 28, 2008
Loop de Loop
I greeted Loco with a fist pound when we met across from the Dog Park at 2 pm.
"Where's RB?" I said.
"He forgot his shoes so he ran home to get them" Loco replied. "He's going to ride the opposite direction and meet us on the trail".
"Cool, let's roll".
We pedaled across the bridge and dropped into Buttermilk Heights. We were immediately immersed in a thick, tar like mud. I felt it spatter up the back of my jacket, giving me an instant skid mark. We rode up behind two biker chicks. The mud was thick and deep, and I didn't want to put my foot down into it, but I was at the mercy of the biker chick in front of me. She slipped and I reacted by stopping cold.
"Muddy spooge on my shoe". Oh Shit, did I say that out loud?
Loco laughed as I blushed. Maybe she didn't hear me...
We emerged from the mud and spotted G.A. riding towards us. He was headed straight into the mud.
"It's a total mess back there dude, do you want to turn around and ride with us towards Northbank?" Loco asked.
"What time is it, I've got to meet P.H. at Dogwood at 3?". He replied.
"2:30". Loco said.
"Let's do it". G.A. said.
We were rolling again, the trail was soft, but not muddy. We pedaled across the road at Reedy Creek and dropped down to the tunnel. We rode up the other side, avoiding the tunnel and onto Buttermilk. Within seconds I was dropped by the speedy G.A. and Loco. My mind spiraled into the recesses of self pity. I quickly pulled myself together as I approached them on the stairs. We hiked down the stairs and rode onto the wooden bridge to Belle Isle, and from there we rode accross the pedestrian bridge to the head of the North Bank trail at Tredager Street. The trail on the north side of the river was in much better condition, almost completely dry and hard packed.
At the wicked cool switch back, where if you hit it just right, you can get some sick acceleration going uphill, we saw RB and stopped to scoop him up. Our group was now 4 strong and we climed out and into the parking lot at the North Bank park and all rolled slowly towards the stairway to heaven. G.A. hooked up with P.H. for another go round, while Loco, R.B. and myself attacked the stairway and finished the loop de loop...
"Where's RB?" I said.
"He forgot his shoes so he ran home to get them" Loco replied. "He's going to ride the opposite direction and meet us on the trail".
"Cool, let's roll".
We pedaled across the bridge and dropped into Buttermilk Heights. We were immediately immersed in a thick, tar like mud. I felt it spatter up the back of my jacket, giving me an instant skid mark. We rode up behind two biker chicks. The mud was thick and deep, and I didn't want to put my foot down into it, but I was at the mercy of the biker chick in front of me. She slipped and I reacted by stopping cold.
"Muddy spooge on my shoe". Oh Shit, did I say that out loud?
Loco laughed as I blushed. Maybe she didn't hear me...
We emerged from the mud and spotted G.A. riding towards us. He was headed straight into the mud.
"It's a total mess back there dude, do you want to turn around and ride with us towards Northbank?" Loco asked.
"What time is it, I've got to meet P.H. at Dogwood at 3?". He replied.
"2:30". Loco said.
"Let's do it". G.A. said.
We were rolling again, the trail was soft, but not muddy. We pedaled across the road at Reedy Creek and dropped down to the tunnel. We rode up the other side, avoiding the tunnel and onto Buttermilk. Within seconds I was dropped by the speedy G.A. and Loco. My mind spiraled into the recesses of self pity. I quickly pulled myself together as I approached them on the stairs. We hiked down the stairs and rode onto the wooden bridge to Belle Isle, and from there we rode accross the pedestrian bridge to the head of the North Bank trail at Tredager Street. The trail on the north side of the river was in much better condition, almost completely dry and hard packed.
At the wicked cool switch back, where if you hit it just right, you can get some sick acceleration going uphill, we saw RB and stopped to scoop him up. Our group was now 4 strong and we climed out and into the parking lot at the North Bank park and all rolled slowly towards the stairway to heaven. G.A. hooked up with P.H. for another go round, while Loco, R.B. and myself attacked the stairway and finished the loop de loop...
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