Posted on 06/26/2018 12:11:58 PM PDT by Jeff Chandler
This is a true story. I’m a former Zonie who has moved to Texas. We were in Walmart the other day and the cashier mentioned the hot weather to my wife. The wife agreed and said how humid it was. He replied to her that, yes it was humid but it was a “dry” humidity. The wife looked at me and just rolled her eyes. I was like, “what the....!”
Plus you become an expert in finding shade.
I drove a motorcycle through Death Valley on summer. The temp on the pavement was 122 degrees. Now, that is hot. Dry or wet. It doesn’t matter.
Valdo wondered when it was going to cool down. It was too hot for this time of night. The air conditioner on his old Crown Vic had always done its job in L.A., but out here in the desert it couldn’t seem to keep up. Sweat built up on his forehead and was trickling down his face. This is supposed to be a dry heat? Finally after he passed through Quartzite the air cooled down a little, but pretty soon it started getting warm again. He opened the window, but that was worse, a lot worse. He rolled the window back up and grabbed his Fanta orange soda. He took a swig and spat it back out. It was lukewarm.
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And I rode my mountain bike to work...
Dry heat. Schmry heat.
Whatever.
122° is bad. I’ll grant you that. But 101° in South Texas high humidity heat will put you away just as fast.
Once upon a time I was a SCUBA instructor and brought classes down to Guaymas, Mexico. A short walk from one air conditioned room to another and you were drenched in sweat.
Lived in the valley since 95 and until the monsoons and humidity roll in the heat is bearable. When my folks were still alive my Dad loved coming out here in the summer. He would sit out in the heat and love every minute of it. He said his joints felt great. At the time I thought he was nuts but now that I have reached the age of aches and pains, too, I understand!
Gads I remember that summer...my folks couldn’t afford to keep the air conditioning on all the time so it was consistently in the 90’s in our house during the day.
Cars with vinyl seats and bad a/c. I wasn’t allowed outside between 10 am and 7pm for the most part of it as well
I was there as well...
Today in San Diego.
2018 minus 1990....
Yep. I had an old Triumph Spitfire out there. No a/c at all ... just the ragtop. Dang, those black vinyl seats got hot!
At least you get a nice ocean view!!
Yep. I'll take 122 in Phoenix over 105 in Houston any day of the week.
Twenty years ago the company I worked for had its headquarter in Tempe. Many time during the winter I would be on the phone with someone at corporate and they would gig me by saying “What’s the temperature there? It’s 72 here.” I would reply 10, 20 or whatever it was that day. Then I would say “But it’s a dry cold.”
I don’t care how dry it is, anything over 95 is just plan hot. And anything over 110 is insane.
122° is still 122°, whether or not it is a dry heat. I prefer to be where I am.
Yes,,
I can see Point Loma 20 miles away!
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