eighty on eighty

If the temperature at ten this morning held steady, it would have been a triple eighty.

I had an officer tell me that it was okay to go five miles over the speed limit. So I set the cruise control just a touch over eighty. Made good distance, reconnected with Meatloaf. 

Instead of the triple eighty it was 102 degrees most of the way across Nevada and Utah.

In chronological order; a view from the driver's seat. Trucks and me.