to those who complain about the heat:
i want it hotter. 100 degrees. 105. one hundred and ten. I WANT TO SWEAT SO MUCH I HAVE TO TAKE MY PANTS OFF WHEN I RIDE. bring it on. sweat means you're alive, baby. i want to hallucinate when i'm on the road. i want my sweat to drip into my eyes, blurring my vision. i want the sun to beat down on my flesh so i'm burned so badly that i can't sleep at night. that's right, mr. and mrs. sun, i can take what you got.