Heavy Metal Incursion, the Rogue's notes.

2021 custom Ford Mustang. Teasers Dockside Grille, 5/21/2022.

     Cruisin' weekend once again. On and off the water. Dinner and a surf check on Friday. First boat launch. Jetted across the bay to Teasers for lunch on the water on Saturday. Heavy metal everywhere. A veritable incursion. Compliment to our excursion.

Barn 34's dueling softshells. Also

stuffed flounder, broiled salmon, and

a pulled pork grilled cheese. Good

stuff Maynard! 5/20/2022.

'66 Chevy Camaro, Barn 34. 5/20/2022

'35 Chevy Deuce Coupe, Coastal Highway. 5/20/2022

No burnt rubber here. Thigh-high crumbling low-riders. Smell the salt! 34th And Barn, 5/20/22.

     

     Couple of good brews as well. Started with Victory's Whirlwind Citrus Wit. At 5.2% ABV, very refreshing pre-summer beer. Cloudy, orange-yellow body. 'Bout a single finger white head. Oranges, lemons and sweet malt in the aromas. Taste had very much the same, but with a little added spice, banana, and coriander. Crisp finish at an estimated 15 IBUs. Rated a B.

1943 Ford Coupe. Teasers Dockside, 5/21/2022.

Sunset Marina, 5/21/2022

 

The Baltimore Club. Bacon, crab cake, and
shrimp salad on brioche.

      Spent the Saturday cruisin' the back bays. Throwin' a line in. Aforementioned Teaser's Dockside Bar & Grille at Sunset Marina for an afternoon bite. Couple of Baltimore Clubs paired with Maine Beer Company's Lunch. Perfect, right!? Named after a whale spotted off the Maine coast, Lunch was a big IPA at 7% ABV served up in 22 oz. bottles. Hence, one was enough. Juicy aromas of grapefruit, oranges, and citrus with notes of pine. Similar traces of pine resins, more hoppy grapefruit in the taste. Flavors of tropical guava and honeydew. Malty sweetness on the backside and an estimated 50 IBUs of hop wonderment made for a smooth yet crisp finish. Gave this whale of a brew an A. The whole weekend...ocean, sand, bay, salt water, boat, rods, food, fish, beer, more Rods...A++!

 1971 Chevrolet Chevelle SS

"And today, in a beautiful gesture made by beautiful people...

in honor of the last American hero, to whom speed means

freedom of the soul. The question is not when's he gonna stop,

but who is gonna stop him."  -Super Soul, Vanishing Point

Sand In The Pooch, the Rogue's notes.

Prime "Tuck lounge".

     Mid-May. Water barely missing 50F. Air temps in the upper 50s. Wife and I took the canine for a Sunday board-walk. Thrasher's fries. Beach-Surf check. Warm sand and low tide brought us to the fortified 12th street jetty. Small swell. About knee, maybe thigh-high, but crumbling. Nice day. Clear. Smell of the salt air does a body good. Enough exertion to put the pooch in the shade of a strayed portion of the groin. Sand in the pooch. No problem. We walked it off of him. An incoming fog-bank and temp drop sent us back home. Waiting for this Ocean to warm. Ready for that first dip.

Mid-May's cold reflection; chilled knee-highs on the rocks. 12th Street & Atlantic Avenue, 5/15/2022.

     The waiting brew. Odell Brewing's Myrcenary Double IPA. A pun off the name Myrcene, the oils of the hop flower that produce the herbal hop aroma. Poured a pale orange with a generous 2-finger head of fluff. Herbal aroma, resinous. Mixed traces of citrus and pineapple. Flavors of pine and sweet malt, more pineapple and maybe a mango-orange combo. Smooth going down. A vicious, but masochistically enjoyable 80 IBU follow-up punch. There was no doubt about the 9.3% alcohol for sure. In not, then definitely aware by the second can. Enjoyed the sixer from the Bro In-Law over a couple 'o weeks. No mistakin' the A rating after this one.

Archer: "Lana, I'm in love with you."

Lana: "You are also shitfaced."

Archer: "I can be both."