13th
Hot Seat
As I got into my hot car to drive home this afternoon, and tried not to burn my nose with the hot metal of my sunglasses, it reminded me of the rare hot days I experienced growing up.
Growing up in Holland, we had perhaps 5-10 hot days each summer. If my mom didn’t have time to drive us to the beach for the day, we would wait for the community pool in Nieuw-Vennep to open up so that we could cool off there.
We had two Citroën 2CV cars (both red) that my mom and dad drove. With the roll-away top and the pleather seats, it was one of the coolest cars ever!
However, those pleather seats and steering wheel got super-hot very quickly. We used towels, blankets and whatever else we could find in order to be able to sit down. Good thing that we didn’t have to bother with metal seat belts, or any seat belts back then.
