The temperature sensor in my Lexus read 104° as I drove home from town at 2:53 p.m.
Being a prisoner of this damned heat wave feels eerily like being snowed in by an Indiana blizzard. Except for essential activities, we just hole up in our air conditioned house and dream of milder days when we can sit on the back porch, play with the dogs in the back yard, go for a motorcycle ride… But all we can do is just hunker down and wait for it to be over.
There were a few rain showers to our north and northwest earlier this evening but they missed us. There’s always a chance of rain, since there are pop-up showers all over northeast Arkansas this evening.
The good news is that, after spending about $350 to resurface the rotors and replace the pads, my brakes are buttery smooth now.
Charlie stopped by this afternoon on his way home from work to pick up the new tires for the K75S. The plan is to re-tire the bike at his place tomorrow evening, but the heat may make that an unwise decision. The Weather Channel says it will be 97° with a heat index of 105° at 6 p.m. tomorrow and Charlie’s shop is not air conditioned.
Next Sunday or Monday evening are expected to be slightly cooler, but I’m prepared to wait much longer if necessary. I’ve had the tires for several months already. Another month or two won’t matter.
But at the moment, I must undertake a mission of mercy. I’m drinking the last of the Coke Zero, which leaves none for Maria. Fortunately, the new Dollar General just down the road has 2 liter bottles of the stuff for a good price.
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Have you read John Grisham's "A Painted House"? It's set in your neighborhood, I think he grew up near there. Enduring is a major theme of the story.
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