By the following summer, the rut was returning, and it seemed that everywhere I looked there was a bar that I had not hopped. This would not do. I announced to my drinking buds that there was more Hopping to do. The list of virgin bars was too long to ignore. By now, my primary buds, B & J, began to accompany me and we became like Arthur's knights, questing for the Holy Grailful of Beer.
The second 100 bars took a leisurely 123 days.