Oh yeah, the Tired Guy is back in the Arizona Desert. The trip back was interesting. Just outside Gila Bend, AZ I looked up ahead and saw a pickup truck coming down the other lane at 75 mph. I know because everyone drives the speed limit +. He didn’t seem to realize he was on an inter-state highway going the wrong way.
The cars behind me were flashing their headlights at the guy, some were in the passing lane headed for a head-on collision with the hapless driver. About 5 miles further up I saw a sign for road construction and “Don’t follow trucks” I’m guessing he got off work and instead of crossing the median and heading west he took the first left which put him on I-8 E going West. I hope he made it.
Arizona Door Muffs
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But I digress. (Yes, I know I do that a lot, that’s what tired guys do). The trip down the coast was great, windows open, and the sea air blowing my hair in every direction. (That is all of my hair not just a single strand of hair) I’m growing it longer. I feel like Benjamin Button, I had short hair in the 60′s and the barber always bet me it was because my folks made me get it cut short. Nope, I liked it short. Now it is the longest it has ever been on my head. Darn, I’m digressing again.
Okay, the temp got very warm as I came down out of the mountains and crossed southern California. But it was cool enough to keep the windows down till I got pretty close to the Arizona border. Then it was close the windows and crank up the AC.
At Mile mark 30 I stopped for gas and then it was confirmed beyond any doubt I was back in Arizona. There on the West facing set of doors were the “Door Muffs” In such great need in Arizona that the Arizona Lottery advertises on them.
The metal door handles get so hot you can’t use your bare hand to open the door without getting a pretty good burn. (Bad for tourism, unless you provide the padded muffs). I grabbed the soft padded handle in the 100 + degree heat and knew I was back in the desert.
Just so you know I’m not making any of this up; I stopped and took this picture. The people watching me shoot this with “Berry” that’s my personal assistant Berry, he’s a curve 8330. thought I must be a tourist. Here they are as common as cactus and jackalopes.
“Nope, not a tourist, a writer and blogger”
“Oh, gads, a blogger, we have those in Arizona now?”
