Well, it IS the middle of summer. I wear my perforated Triumph jacket and drink lots of water.

Last year, before my trip to California, I stopped by the local Harley shop to see what they had in the bike luggage department. When I came out to get back on the Triumph a very pretty young thing on the back of the Harley parked next to me was wearing short shorts, a halter top and sandals (looking VERY good by the way) She asked me "Aren't you hot in all that?" I answered, "Yes, but if someone hits me most of the skin I'll leave behind came off a cow!"

Last fall I left Dwight's house in Prescott for Los Angeles. I spent six hours with the temperature between 110 and 115. I drank 8 liters of water and didn't pee once. Now THAT was hot.

We all like to think of ourselves as rugged individualists. But when push comes to shove most of us are sheep who do what we are told. Worst of all, a lot of us become unpaid agents of whoever is controlling the agenda by enforcing the current dogma on the few rugged individualists who actually exist.