Initially, “Beer in the Bidon” was to be a single, definitive posting, an authoritative ranking of the single best variety of the single best and most important cycling performance beverage yet devised by the hand of man: beer. “Beer?” you ask. That’s right, beer (and say hello to your mother for me). Or, to put it another way, liquid guns. Packed full of easily accessible calories from simple carbohydrates (the simple starches of barley and wheat””and corn and rice, depending on what you are drinking””made simpler still by various degrees of malting, releasing the sugars), presented in readily available liquid form, recently vindicated as a recovery drink, a net hydrator in single servings, chalked full of testosterone and awesome, and oh-so-delicious, Our Heavenly Beverage turns out to be the ideal””in fact the ONLY”””sports drink” of choice for the hard-souled, hard-assed, hardman of our time.
But as it turns out, much as the cobbles of Paris-Roubaix require a vastly different set of skills and equipment than the slopes of the Tourmalet, so too do the variations and nuances of each ride””undertaken by a particular individual in unique conditions””explode the notion of a single, dominating mélange of malt and hops. Whereas this project’s failures have reflected poor beer choices””PBR, as you might imagine, served me poorly in the wallowing heat of Idaho’s desert foothills””its successes have come at the confluence of quality beverages and wise situational decision-making. There are certainly superior cycling beers””the GC contenders of the beverage world””but as with any day on any Grand Tour, any number of ales, lagers, and stouts have a good chance to take the day. Consequently, “Beer in the Bidon” has morphed from a single post into a series””a guidebook, if you will, for the careful application of all that is right and good in the world (beer) to all that is right and good in the world (cycling).
Taste in beer, of course, like preference of hood angle or pedal float, varies infinitely within a limited acceptable range, and far be it from me to set draconian rules for pairing your ride and your beer. But because your favorite beer may not always be the best beer for cycling domination, I have taken the liberty to provide a few guidelines for choosing a beverage that will put you at the top of your game on a given day and a given ride.
Begin by asking yourself: why am I drinking this beer? There is only one answer: domination. But there are many aspects to domination that must be balanced against each other. Physical domination, of course, is paramount. Here, there are three main things to consider:
There is a second type of domination to consider when choosing your beer, however, and that is mental domination. Here there are two types:
Within the rubrics of physical and mental domination, there are also a few things to consider when it comes time to actually choose your beer on the day of your ride. Again, these are guidelines, built from experience, not hard and fast rules.
And with that, here is the report from the first round of testing. May your bidons flow with the nectar of the gods and your guns rejoice in their lubrication with Voigtian feats of strength.
Field Test Update, 8/15/10
I am happy to report that after a few missteps the field testing is going very well. It began inauspiciously on a San Francisco Twin Peaks double with a Guinness in a mason jar jammed into my downtube cage back in April. The Guinness was the right choice””it’s the obvious choice to begin such an experiment with””but with the chatter from my ill-conceived titanium cyclocross fork on the urban descent inching the half-empty glass container toward my handlebars, I had visions of the whole project ending quite suddenly in a tragic, bloody, beery mess of glass shards, bent Zondas and broken bones. Happily, I am a superior bicycle handler, true Velominatus, and lucky sonofabitch not afraid to run a few of my former city’s well-intended stop signs, and I was able to reach down and snag the wayward vessel before it tumbled while ignoring other sensible actions, like braking. So we are up and running.
Beer: Guinness Stout (126 Calories [per 12oz]; ~4.2% ABV]; 10g Carbohydrates)
Ride: San Francisco Twin Peaks Double (30K, ~400m vertical)
Weather: Foggy, Windy, 50 degrees. Fucking San Francisco.
Pair Rating: 7
Pros: NO2 instead of CO2; easy to accommodate the recommended serving temperature; cache as a hearty beer; taste; awesomeness
Cons: Relatively low calories; it was in a fucking mason jar
Comments: To me, Guinness was the obvious beer to start the testing. Billed as a beer “for strength” and “for health,” it has often been touted as liquid bread. In my opinion, its relatively low alcohol content is a benefit, as is its smooth taste both warm and cold. I was surprised to discover that Guinness has relatively few calories compared to some other brews (including Bud Heavy, although that beer is not for bikes). The mason jar presented a problem both in that it nearly chattered out of my cage and killed me and in that it prevented a slow, sipping intake. Fortunately””and here is where Guinness really shines as a riding beverage””as a nitrogenated beer rather than a carbonated one, Guinness is much easier on the stomach and thus a very good beer for a rough and tumble urban ride with steep climbs, lots of stop and go, and in this case large gulps from a mason jar. Overall, it is a solid all-around beer for all types of cool to warm weather riding.
Beer: Newcastle (150 Calories; 4.7% ABV; 15g Carbohydrates)
Ride: Truckee to Tahoe City and back (56K, rolling, at around 6,000 feet above sea level)
Weather: Sunny, 55º
Pair Rating: 8
Pros: Smooth, nutty flavor; historic brewery with ties to the English working class
Cons: Imported in clear bottles; does not wear warm weather well; distributed in the U.S. by Heineken
Comments: A classic example of a great beer not necessarily holding up as a perfect cycling beer, although between the quality of the ride and my love of “the dog,” things did go pretty well. The snow banks lining the road kept me and the beer at a reasonable temperature, so the warm Newcastle problem was really not a problem (though it could be). There was the slight hint of skunk that often accompanies clear bottles, but nothing I couldn’t mask by turning the screws a little bit up to 35kph and breathing through my mouth. The only drawback really was that I realized on the ride that two California beers””the Boont Amber and one of my new favorites, Lagunitas Censored Copper Ale””could have complemented the ride better.
Beer: Sierra Nevada Porter (194 Calories; 5.6% ABV; 18g Carbohydrates…plus bacon)
Ride: Tour de Blast
Weather: Shitty. 50º and raining at the bottom; 38º and raining at the top.
Pair Rating: 10 (though I’m pretty sure the bacon pushed it up to 11)
Pros: Hefty, hearty, smoky, and fantastic; high calories and very high carbs; just made for bad weather
Cons: As a porter with 40 IBU (international bitterness units), this beer would not warm well at all. Sort of a Good Cadel/Bad Cadel kind of beer. I caught it a Good Cadel day. It’s also on the high end of ABV, so drinking it fast or without other fluid/food intake might not be the best plan.
Comments: Beer. Bacon. 1000m of climbing in the fucking rain. This was a winner. When I Schlecked my chain crossing a bridge and had to dig into some Rule #5 to catch Marko and Jim on the next section of the climb, the Sierra Nevada Porter was right there in my legs to get the job done. Bye Jim. Bye Marko.
Beer: Pabst Blue Ribbon (153 Calories; 5% ABV; 12g Carbs)
Ride: Bogus Basin Hill Climb (60K out and back; ~1300m vertical)
Weather: Oddly Humid, 75º-95º, just before a storm
Pair Rating: 3 (with a fair amount of charity)
Pros: It’s cheap; surprisingly good calorie to alcohol ratio (though I suspect there isn’t much good stuff in it); affiliation with working class American; cache with the hipsters
Cons: Well, it’s just not that good. It warms badly and is heavily carbonated. Also, it has cache with the hipsters.
Comments: Fail. I don’t necessarily have anything against PBR except that it has somehow gained a reputation as better than other cheap beers, which it is not. And to be fair, this was perhaps a day when I should have left the beer at home. But still, fail.
Addendum, 9/5/10
Beer: Deschutes Organic Green Lakes Amber Ale (145 Calories; 5.2%ABV; 45IBU)
Ride: Beartooth Pass (23k w/4,600+ft of climbing, at altitude)
Weather: Sunny and 50º at the start; sunny and 35º with a vicious wind at the finish
Pair Rating: 6 (could be higher with a fresh bottle)
Pros: A good beer, brewed organically in a part of the country where they brew good beer and hard men.
Cons: This particular bottle had gone through much distress (heating and cooling); at 45IBU, it’s a little bitter and doesn’t warm very well.
Comments: My friend’s girlfriend accidentally spilled half of it before the start of the time trial, which on any other ride would have been a problem, but I sucked wind so hard for so long that I would have had a hard time finishing the whole thing anyway. No beer in the world could have protected me from the Beartooth.
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@all
I've been thinking about this some more, and I think we may have missed the satirical genius of the composition of the photo.
First of all, the bidon is from Bike Nut in San Francisco - a very high-end if snobish shop which represents the "roadie douche bag" mentality to the fullest. Those guys have disappeared completely up their own asses.
Second, the article clearly states the fact that Chimay (a Belgain trapist which makes a "trippel", or thrice-fermeted ale) is not suitable for riding.
Third, a triple crankset in Belgium, if they weren't illegal, would likely be referred to as the "trippel".
Both the Trippel and the Tripple Crankset have no place in cycling.
And it was all right there, in front of us, all along.
I think we all missed the genius
@frank
Wow! I don't know if I'm more impressed with Joshua or with Frank on this one. Are there any rules about rides before noon? Or is it never too early for a "tipple"?
@frank
Glad you noticed the Bitch Nut touch in this one, Le Frank. That was intentional, and it is in fact my ironic beer bidon.
Meanwhile, you may remember a precept (perhaps not a rule) from our Tres Cime ride: it is poor form to heckle a rider with a triple while they pull away from you while not using the triple. In my defense, you might also take stalk of the 11-24 I have on the back.
All of that said, I tend to agree with the Rule 5 heckle here, and you'll notice from that on the Beartooth I was reduced to pedaling slow, painful squares...in the triple. Mia culpa.
@Cyclops
I have a feeling you and Josh might get along like thieves.
Josh, that is a great post, I'm glad to see getting a PhD has instilled a need for good data in a cycling writer.
PBR has no place in cycling, unless you want to chug one before starting a fight with a spindly climber. And speaking of chugging:
I believe that was my exact advice to Le Frank before his uphill TT. He did not heed my advice.
And douchenozzle...thank god someone has re-acquainted me with that word. Chapeau all around for this post.
I will admit to drinking a FREE PBR at the bottom of the descent of the TdB that a huge local lumber jack handed me, seemed like the thing to do at the time. I dare say it worked too. Jim and I seemed to hammer the flats on the way back to the car.
@Marko
Point taken Marko. Free PBR proffered by surly lumberjack after near-death descent is OK. But it's not something you want to put in a bidon thinking this sweet PBR is going to kill in a hour, when it is warm.
For you non-American readers, PBR Pabst Blue Ribbon is a typically terrible American beer, less nauseating than Bud and Miller but along those lines. The tragically hip twenty-somethings in the USA have latched on to it and kept the company in business. A insane business model that only works here. In summation it's piss, only enjoyed by smokers, alcoholics, lumberjacks and any combination of that group you can come up with.
@Joshua
No, no, no! Repeat 35 times.
An 11-24 is your excuse? Should be an 11-21 tops if you really must run a triple. Which you mustn't. Shit, it's hard enough dealing with crap from the likes of Jarvis for running a 36/50 compact.
And are those mountain bike pedals on there? Look like 1st generation SPD's to me...
Being drunk while speccing your bike is really no excuse for these breaches.
Damn, you guys spot everything. Nothing gets by the Velominati photo police. On the use of a triple... not even many mtn. bikers are rolling triples anymore (unless they are starting menopause).
@Brett
Those are indeed mountain pedals, my friend. Take a closer look at the Beartooth pic and you'll notice something odd...it's not a road bike. It's a cyclocross bike, currently set up with the Zondas to kick your ass on the road. This will all become clear to you in time.
Pakrat, you leave my hot flashes out of this.