100 Degrees and Frank's Red Hot

A sign of the times. It's going to be 100 degrees in Philadelphia and Frank's red hot (just temperature, btw). Phew. I'm going to drive my motorcycle to the train station today. I think I'll wait until after dark to ride it back so that I don't melt my leggs off.

UPDATE: I was going to change the spelling of "leggs" to "legs," but I think I'll leave it. I'm not wearing Leggs, they don't go with my outfit today, but I was astonished to see women on the train wearing panty hose. What gives? Did those things ever look good? And in the blast furnace heat of the summertime they have to be hotter than Hades. Plus, note to women who wear hose, they don't make your legs look more tan. Okay, enough with my Cranky Frankie I'm-Too-Hot-To-Be-Nice routine.