I then remembered that there were no other foaming drinks at high altitudes

I drank 1 oz of rice wine once without knowing the traditional end of chicken stew in Korea

I drank a coconut mixer with a bunch of God-fearing Mormons--again by accident

I tried wine at a Thanksgiving party in grad-school. 

And sipped 3 oz of fresh ground coffee brew during an Ethiopian ceremony in Awassa. 

And then, one day, in Frostburg, a guy says, 'Hey bud. Long ride eh? Like a cold one?' It was nice how natural it felt to say yes. It was even nicer going down. 

As the good Lord has said, wheat for man, and fruit for the bat, and corn for the ox, and brewski for the bicycle tourist.