Fuck Monday!
This day was fine, until about twenty past five this afternoon.
And my car decided “why not act all strange and make the temperature gauge jump from 190 to 260 and scare the shit out of Brian.” Mission Accomplished.
So I sit on the side of the highway trying to figure out what to do with the car. I’ve brought it to a dealer I know nothing about because it only cost me $100 to get it there, as opposed to about $300 to tow it home. And my car is half-way across the state.
Right, I’ve got the bike. And it’s gonna be almost 100 degrees tomorrow - which means that me on the bike == roasted Brian. And then there’s the inevitable thunderstorms. Talk about your tempering!
At least I learned that I can sit outside in 95 degree heat for 2 hours without dying. Unlike certain automobiles which shall remain nameless.