My neighbors were looking at me funny yesterday when I was wearing a quilted long sleeve jacket in 110°+ heat. It was the only way I could pull the lower unit off of my Yamaha to change out my impeller. It’s a real pain in the ass when you don’t have any shade.June 29, 1994. 128° recorded by the national weather service.
I was working in Havasu for Charlie, on an outboard Merc, under an umbrella. You had to have a 5 gallon bucket of water just to set your tools in. Anything black would leave burns if you leaned on it, forget about touching chrome.
The cheap hardware store thermometer read 136° that day in the shop, swampers running full blast. Jumping in the lake was like a bathtub.
Dan'l