I love hot weather. My friends think I'm crazy but when everybody else is hiding in a nice air conditioned building, I'll be out riding my bike in the hottest part of the day.
Not sure why I like it so much, other than that a day in the '90s is going to offer you a lot of contrast.
For instance: I'll get on my bike in about an hour and a half or 2 hours when the temperature supposed to be 92°, ride down into the shopping center grab some groceries, and then ride another two 2 miles to the University where I'll take a cold shower and then either go into the nice air conditioned library for a while or park myself in the shade at one of the solar power station/picnic tables outside.
Unless I change my mind and decide to ride to this nice secluded little park in the foothills, sit under one of the faucets for a while, and then have lunch with the Blue Jay who hangs out there sometimes.
Like I say it's all about the contrast: To go from overheated and drenched in sweat to being soaking wet from cold water and drying off in a nice cool breeze in the shade.
I think part of the attraction for me is nostalgia: back in my hitchhiking days pretty much every day was like this for me in the summer time.
Also, I usually had this nasty habit of winding up someplace like Boulder Colorado in the winter and Death Valley in the summer. I used to tell people, "I'm not stupid, I'm just always 6 months behind schedule".
So what do you do when the thermometer is all in red?
Not sure why I like it so much, other than that a day in the '90s is going to offer you a lot of contrast.
For instance: I'll get on my bike in about an hour and a half or 2 hours when the temperature supposed to be 92°, ride down into the shopping center grab some groceries, and then ride another two 2 miles to the University where I'll take a cold shower and then either go into the nice air conditioned library for a while or park myself in the shade at one of the solar power station/picnic tables outside.
Unless I change my mind and decide to ride to this nice secluded little park in the foothills, sit under one of the faucets for a while, and then have lunch with the Blue Jay who hangs out there sometimes.
Like I say it's all about the contrast: To go from overheated and drenched in sweat to being soaking wet from cold water and drying off in a nice cool breeze in the shade.
I think part of the attraction for me is nostalgia: back in my hitchhiking days pretty much every day was like this for me in the summer time.
Also, I usually had this nasty habit of winding up someplace like Boulder Colorado in the winter and Death Valley in the summer. I used to tell people, "I'm not stupid, I'm just always 6 months behind schedule".
So what do you do when the thermometer is all in red?