British summers are a different beast. When my friend’s son Jamie called me to ask me to pick up him and his friend, I wasn’t prepared for the soaking wet, tight t-shirts that cover their muscled chests.
I’m beside myself with excitement and a flat tire gives us the opportunity to get outside in the hot, wet heat. Read as Jamie and his friend Callum repay the favor, taking me from both sides in the pouring rain.
