Holy Crap, Hot.

I went thru Alberta on a motorcycle in 1975, which they say was a hot year. I remember up in the Crowsnest I think it was, seeing many bikes pulled over, in what shade they could find. I remember seeing a rather king-sized thermometer set-up for all to see. IIRC it was showing 101*F; or maybe 104, one or the other.
Me and a buddy had these Suzuki waterbuffalo's, on which the gauges never moved after the bikes were up to temp. We were in our early 20s and heading to the Ocean, to find work and girls, not necessarily in that order.
A few weeks later, on our last thin dimes, we were motoring back to Manitoba, no jobs, and no girls, but man those bikes flew!
Somewhere in Saskatchewan, with my last 5 bucks, I topped up our tanks, and we arrived back home, with empty pockets and our hearts full of great memories.
Oh to be 23 again.