Sometimes you just don’t want to know
One hundred two point six degrees in the shade, I was doing ok until I knew just exactly how hot it was. Sure, I had an idea it was hot as I was pedaling my bike (downhill) and my arm hairs started to singe. At first I attributed it to the friction from my breakneck speed. Then I realized I was only in second gear, and coasting at that! It also occurred to me that every ten seconds or so on the radio and TV the main topic was the expected high of 107 degrees. Fahrenheit that is. It’s not too bad... Sign in to see full entry.