What's Clem holding in his right hand? Is that a bottle of Jager?
I was thrilled to learn that the Guinness I'm so fond of that we Yanks can only get in bottles, tastes exactly like what's on-tap in the UK.
Our first evening there, they took us on a Pub Crawl (which I dubbed "Tank the Yanks" -- the States version will be "Blitz the Brits"). Matt hung in there quite a while, but Uncle Bob is quite a bit more alcohol tolerant and was one of the last folks standing. Hours after Matt called it a night.
You'd have been proud of me the next morning. Of the many participants, I was 2nd to get to the office.
I don't drink on a regular basis, but on racing weekends, those of us who've been doing it a long time (mostly instructors) do tend to cut loose a bit. And think nothing of being hung over the next morning at the track. Adrenaline and brake dust clears the head really quickly. I know a lot of SCCA racers who swear they get their fastest lap times when hung over. Which actually makes a lot of sense. If your sense of hearing is overly-strong, surely other senses that come into play at the track are as well.
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