The 4th of July is a holiday in America, where they celebrate independence from Great Britain (seriously, look it up) by going shopping, then blowing stuff up.
Early on, before it got hot, I got up in the roof of the house and it doesn't look like we can install a normal whole house fan. I might look again in the autumn when I have longer to look at things before being boiled alive.
We tinkered around in the garden for a while, playing ball with Tilly to wear her out, then I took the YSR out for a lap of the area. With the new sprocket, it tops out at around 55mph, but any higher gearing would kill what's left of the acceleration. For now, I think we'll call this good. When I got home, I picked up the DRZ and Vic on her V-Star, and we rode up 193, 80 to 49, across the Forest Hill bridge (as used in XXX) and to lunch. After wearing Tilly out again, we went to the airfield and took the plane out for an hour. As we were earlier than yesterday, it was a lot bumpier. We watched Jim flying his S-14 at around 20', and just looked at stuff, like the remains of the recent fire.
In the evening, we watched Toy Story 3 while distracting Tilly from the fireworks. It was as good as the other films in the franchise, which is rare these days.