I feel fortunate to have sampled some truly fine beers in my time.  Many years ago I was at my friend Mark's house in Fayetteville, Arkansas when he decided to break out his private stash of authentic German-brewed Lowenbrau Special Dark.  Mark was the head mechanic down at Highroller Cyclery and had an all-Campy Nuovo Record-equipped Mondia Special that was custom-built for him while he was living in Europe in 1971-72.  Anyway, we'd been taking about the "Three Bs" (Broads, Bicycles and Beer) and the beer discussion triggered the need to break out the Lowenbrau.  IIRC we only consumed a six-pack between us, but this was REAL German beer and not the Pasteurized watered-down swill that most Americans routinely consume.  In short order we were feeling "comfortably numb" and decided to go for an evening stroll atop scenic Mt. Sequoyah.  As we were staggering down the street singing "Fat Bottomed Girls" off-key, we heard a loud explosion and saw a huge fireball erupt.  I remember Mark looking at me, eyes wide with fright, and shouting, "This is IT!"  Convinced that World War III had started, we both ran as fast as we could back toward his house.  We woke up his sleeping wife, Carol, who thought we were both drunk and/or hallucinating.  We didn't learn until the following day that a drunk driver had slammed his car into a natural gas pipeline, hence the seemingly nuke-like boom and fireball - made even more nuke-like in our minds by the potent Lowenbrau.