I had planned to take the car into the shop this week, to get the AC fixed. But Sunday one of my power windows went out. It won't go back up. The mechanic says it will cost a heap of money to get the window fixed, and a heap of money to get the AC fixed. I got a leaky condensor.
In the meantime, laying down 5 Benji's to put this jalopy on ice seems like an extravagence. So I'm gonna tough it out and go without AC. No factory air blowing fresh breezes on my skin. But it's okay. Summer's almost over. Just July and August left to go. What I'm telling myself and how I prefer to think of it, is that I'm returning to the golden age of motoring. Back to the days of shiny fins and chrome, when the highway was king, and people were sweating their butts off. I read that in 1960, only 20% of cars had air conditioning. By 1969, 54% of American cars were equipped with air conditioning. That means that the astronauts likely had air conditioning in their sports cars, but half the families who watched the first moon landing on July 20, 1969, didn't. Somehow that makes me feel better.