It has been in the triple digits for the past week, 108F today, so I'm back hiding under my welding shade in the afternoons.
This flightless bird is the AZ equivalent of the St. Bernard. When he see's you melting in the sun with a blank look on your face and your tongue hanging out he runs to the garage and get's a cold water from the refrigerator and runs it out to you. Then he gives it a blast of CO2 to get it frosty cold.
If that fails he makes a mean vodka and tonic in a chilled glass.
Made from 55 year old fire extinguisher, transmission gears and saw blade.
This post was edited by tinfoilhat on Wed, Jun 12, 13 at 14:45