When James Hinchcliffe’s Honda-Dallara hit the wall at Indianapolis Motor Speedway last year, everybody North of the 49th parallel held their breath. The affable Canadian is an IndyCar fan favorite, and the crash was serious—a broken suspension component pierced Hinchcliffe’s leg, causing massive blood loss. We needn’t have worried, though: The self-proclaimed “Mayor of Hinchtown” comes from a land where inhabitants are genetically selected for their ability to take a slapshot to the thigh. No problem, bud, just walk it off there, she’ll be right, eh? So, of course, Hinch was up and about in a few weeks. And now we know what his secret elixir is, and it’s Canadian as fluids can get: Beer.