Hazy Imperial IPA
The vans are filled, the kids are less than thrilled, the highway’s hazy, and we’re all going crazy. The road is long, the directions are wrong, please stop talking, or else we’re walking. After many miles, we’re all smiles, ‘cause when you’re on the run, getting there is half the fun. Enjoy the trip, to your lips, it’s a hoppy ride, on up to Cloud Five.