Needed some stuff at CostCo. Time to freak out the SUV riders loading up their ginormous boxes of crap in their behemoth death machines. Yes, I got stared at. Thankfully, I didn’t get any stupid questions such as “what is that?”
Fifteen miles in wondrous humidity.
I’m Like Bike Snob
You call that heat?
On the return trip I was contemplating the heat complaints I’ve read on various blogs and news sources. I’m laughing, as are most of my fellow Texans. Sitting a stop light enjoying the nuclear fireball in the sky and the hot exhaust of motorized air conditioned phone booths carrying lazy ass people, my evil iTunes served up some lyrical commentary on our weather. Shaun Murphy belting out
the weather’s turning warmer every day
and I think the rains are done
at least that’s what they say
I hope the rains aren’t done but I’ve resigned myself to drought. And the temperatures are certainly rising. I suppose one man’s heat wave is another man’s enjoyable climate. And it is all relative. My northern friends get to laugh when Texans break out the arctic gear as the thermometer drops below 60.