Yesterday, in the early AM, Busdaddy and I were making some minor adjustments to his racecar. It was fairly “cool” with the breeze coming in the garage door. We were done well before noon.
Around then, he stepped outside to retrieve the trash can (yes, Trash Day hits the Desert, too!) and said, “Ya know...it’s a little warm out there. It was 109...he took his little Racing Beeber, went out to the street, and came back in saying, “The asphalt is 143.” Yah. Fried eggs, anyone?
No wonder the A/C ran non-stop.
Yah!
I hope never to be hungry enough to eat eggs off the street!