The Bandit’s at large and on the run, headed Eastbound and down on an interstate transit in the Trans-Am. Illegal cargo in tow, a truckload of beer barreling towards the border, the CB reading loud and clear as he escapes both law and order. This big, dank Red IPA is a worthy pursuit, with Chewy caramel, cola, pine and marmalde to boot. While his red-hot Pontiac purrs across the pavement, the sky is blazingly sunny, The Bandit is in this for the money, the glory, and the fun. But mostly for the money.