No sooner had Corey stepped off the plane from Texas just a few short hours ago we loaded up a Freightliner Sprinter full of delicious WBC beer and he began blazing a trail to the North. Wisconson distributors are clamoring for product and Corey has accepted the call. But let's look closer, shall we... I've taken the liberty of "mildly" outlining what appears to be the remnants of a quick dip in the pool. We are, however, soaking wet from loading said Freightliner with beer on a *very* muggy Missouri summer afternoon. Will Corey stop by the homestead for a quick shower after a long flight and a grueling load in? Home is only a thirty second walk away, after all. No, my friends. No. That heavenly aroma wafting through the summer breeze, faithful readers, is the sticky sweet stank of dedication. Eight hours worth will be building up in a Freightliner Sprinter. God help the luggage boy at the hotel he spends the night in. Needless to say Corey is making this trip solo. Ride on lone wolf...ride on.
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