Last of the Summer Wine
In Iron Horse's cold steel hands, the only thing "Chardonnay" and "cliche" have in common is that they rhyme.
Let's do this. One last spree before sunset. A final frolic in the heat and haze. The next time we meet like this, the breezes will be cooler, the leaves will be redder, and the harvest will be almost ripe. It's the last Wine-Off of the summer. And we don't intend to waste it.