Golly, back in 1972, you couldn’t buy Coors Beer east of the Rockies. Two crazy and older friends of mine took his F-250 to Colorado and drove back to Vermont with 20 cases and did it all in a week. Good ole days are long gone…so is he by the way
Also back about then, you could buy Coors in Idaho but not in Oregon. After a river trip my brother filled his kayak with it and made it almost all the way home to Eugene, when in a busy intersection (29th & Willamette), his boat came off the top of his car, with cans rolling everywhere.
Different strokes for different folks I guess. I grew up in the shadow of the Coors brewery. The best thing I can say about it is, they employed a s*** ton of local people. They had their own railroad, fire dept., water treatment plant, etc. But I still can’t believe anyone drinks that piss.
Even though I had already tested my endurance earlier this morning mixing and pouring a dozen bags of concrete in a wheelbarrow, I decided that today would be the day!