The Weather Girl and Poindexter
Race day dawns, and it's raining in Daytona. Not a big deal really, it will blow over, the track will drive, and we'll be green flag racing by 3:30.
The temperature that morning? A cool 38 degrees. (yes, I know, in reality, it's cold. In relativity, it's not bad). There was a wind chill factor.
Yes. A wind chill factor.
Oh hell.
We don't have wind chill factors here until it get's below freezing, and then our wind chill factors tend to be below Zero.
A wind chill factor at 38 degrees?
Good Grief.
And what I wouldn't give to be able to find a picture of Poindexter the weather dweeb we watched on Friday morning. He was wearing a shirt that was either denim or velvet, (it was hard to tell, but either one was bad enough) with a bright red tie.
God Bless Al Gore (don't tell Batman I said those 4 words) and the internet. I found Poindexter the weather dweeb here. I took one look of him and spewed coffee all over the mirror.
2 comments:
Crap...let me try this again. Gimme abreak, it's still early, okay.
You should've been watching our boy Tom Sorrells. Check him out....very nice on the eyes, no? ;)
And yes, wind chills SUCK. We have a coldness down here that seems to seep RIGHT DOWN INTO your bones! Blech.
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