It’s getting very hot in Tucson. The map shows pink areas. This ain’t pretty. But there are no mosquitoes here, yet.
My time in Tucson is short, more than likely. Plan A: Take diesel Ford (currently performing maintenance upon) North and East in about 11 days. Plan B: Hunker down, get a $250/mo. studio, and a night watchman job.
I have been out doing errands, riding the blazing hot wide streets and timing the gaps, getting honked at because people don’t understand what I’m doing. I sold my time trial bike FINALLY and that stack of 20s flew out of my pocket as I care for a newly acquired, poorly cared for good ol’ truck. The bread truck is for sale – $1900.
The price represents a loss, though I’ve happily lived in it for 8 months.
The heat just takes it out of me. I become a sun avoider. Dust and wind – and my hair in my face. I’m about ready to take the buzzers to my year’s worth of locks. I have a box of parts to give to my friend to sell who will be here for the swap meet, or to give to BICAS. Swamp cooler dealers are in full swing now, as procrastinators order their water wasting pads and get that old rattletrap going. I would like to be where the soil is black, the clouds come around from time to time, and the air is just a little cooler than 100 degrees.
I’ve still got a few days left here, and I just got a camera. I’ll be sure to capture something pretty and share it with you next time. Of course, I’m always looking for work – If anyone needs whip-sharp carpentry or 12 volt auto electric, and you’re on the way from here to Vermont, let me know and I’ll be there with my jingle-bells white work rig. If you are on the way, and you’ve got bikes to ride and want to share a glass of wine or a pint of beer, that is definitely an option too.by