It's hot in Marysville today. As in "Africa hot."
104°. One. Hundred. Four. Degrees.
The good news? It's down 2° from the original forecast. (As if a couple points are really going to make a difference when you get into the triple digits.)
So ... "Why Marysville?" you might ask. Obligatory dwarf car races on a Saturday night. Which means red shirts, complete with our racer's emblem, name, number.
But, as noted, it's too damned hot for that shit.
In other words a nice, cool, reflective white shirt is the torso covering of the event. Emblazoned with none other than Charles B.'s mug.
"Some people never go crazy.
What truly horrible lives they must lead."
.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )