In the grand tradition of high summer Sweaty Car Odysseys, we are leaving town tomorrow in search of somewhere hotter. Seems that 109F
cutting it for us, and we NEED MORE HEAT.
The hottest place we can go that doesn't require a passport (sorry, Panama; sorry, Congo) is Las Vegas. We considered Death Valley, but there's not enough concrete there to get the full heat island effect. So, Bocci's house, HERE WE COME. Hope he has plenty of low-brow snacks and a few space heaters.
I will be back behind the wheel of this terrible blog machine in about a week. With any luck, there will be no lurid stories to tell you, but this is my life, so I'm betting there will be. At least a few moonings to report, undoubtedly.