Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The King is Dead, Long Live the King!

THE KING IS DEAD, 
LONG LIVE THE KING!





It is with a heavy heart that the man who has been our head brewer for the last 3 years has decided to leave the brewing industry to pursue new life goals. We're talking about the Man, the Myth, the Legend... Moose Sanders. We invite you to join us on Wednesday for some $2 pints to celebrate the time we've had with Moose, and to wish him the best of luck on his journey moving forward!

At the same time, we would also like to congratulate Moose's coworker of the last 2 years into his new role as River City Brewing's Head Brewer. Todd Grove, you have some big shoes to fill but we know that you are more than capable, and we're excited to see what the future brings us with you behind the tanks!

Cheers!

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Parking Lot Party at The Bar At Pizza Pipeline



Join RCB at The Bar at Pizza Pipeline on August 27th as we kick off the new school year with a FREE rocking River City Brewing Parking Lot Party with live music by Casey Ryan of Hymn & Her! 

There will be great pint prices on 6 different River City brews, 1/2 off pizza slices, a Brewery Tour raffle, games and a whole lotta SAWG to be given away. 

Be there and start the year right!

Cheers!


Monday, August 1, 2016

Ode to a Bike Ride



The ride started off like any other, Paul gliding up and taking the lead, "Troika it is, but to correct you, my friend, Seven Hills is my favorite to point my steed."

Up Thorpe and then Four Lakes, the wind pushed back as hard as the group pushed fore; Two abreast, eight riders in sync, waiting for the turn where the tailwind would  help us soar.

But first an echelon of death, each hanging on wondering where our bodies would finally come to rest. Paul's pull, inspired by the cemetery, nearly killed us but finally we had all passed the test. 

Relief, finally with the wind behind, but alas it became high-speed rollers one after another. Pressed to the limits, we each rode on, trading leads and tapping reserves, no one wanting to lose the tether.

Finally, into the park and the end was near. A few more small hills and finally relief, but for one the price was simply too dear. The man with a hammer came to collect his due, and suddenly for one the road seem to be covered with glue.

Slower and laboring through the final paces, three comrades carried him as best they could. Pedals moving slower, head hanging down, though moving forward it didn't looking good.

But finally Canon Coffee was in sight. The promise of an affagoto was the only thing to make it seem right. 50-some miles and a frightening pace, eight riders finally finished and only one losing face. 

To ride, to climb, to pedal with heart, these are the things that set the cyclist apart. To do so with friends is certainly a privilege, one to enjoy as long as it lasts. For one day we will each finally hang up our cleats and all of this will be in our collective past; but for now let's rest, recover and put aside the woe, for soon it will be time for us to go.