In an age where median strips ruled and Google Maps reigned supreme, a noble band of Traffic Knights took to the streets of New Plymouth armed with foam swords, discount chainmail, and a deep respect for road rules. These Crosswalk Crusaders chose peak-hour traffic for a dramatic duel on the city's main street, dashing into battle in 20 second green-lit increments and demanding right of way in the name of noble honour and a great photo-op. Their legacy lives on in this bold West Coast IPA - bursting with piney bitterness and citrussy American hops, it's a toast to those brave souls who would give way to no one except maybe a Ford Ranger.