Move over, Lance Armstrong, I don’t think this is your kind of tour.

OK, so it wasn’t the Tour de France, but there were a lot of bikes. Bottles of water? This tour had bottles of beer. Now this is the kind of tour I like. And I didn’t have to wear a tight yellow shirt or get helmet hair.

J and I hit up the annual Tour de Bar in Palm Beach County this year. What rock have I been under?! I had never heard of this event, yet it was in its 30th or something year! It was awesome to check out local watering holes we’ve never been to; we hit up everything from a classic dive in the ghetto to a fancy marina bar on the waterfront. And nothing says ‘tour’ like a crowd, beer and police!

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