Behold, the elusive Riverside Municipal Zamboni in its den. I hoped to catch the creature in action, as on the day when I first realized it existed, but several attempts proved in vain. Perhaps it realizes the ridiculousness of its situation, a machine of the ice doing duty in southern California, and tries not to be seen if not necessary. I had to resort to sticking the camera lens through the fence that houses it to prove that the beast exists.
((So, I sat down to do a quick drawing before going to dinner, and, uh. Nope. Four hours later, this.
The really sad thing is that I’m probably going to want to draw my other characters this way now…))
Have a Riverside.
Silly Riverside, you are too much of a bro to be a hipster! You get points for the irony of the word “cool,” though.
Seriously, in light of the recent heat wave on the east coast, Riverside has some legitimate room to snark. It is completely normal for it to be 90+ degrees for weeks - months - on end. It’s called summer. It’s not exceptional (though it still does suck). It’s been just as hot here as many places affected by the heat wave, but we’re not setting any records because that’s just how we roll down here.
(So yes, meet Riverside. A fairly large city 50 miles east of Los Angeles. This is where I live. Considering I’ve lived here for six years, it’s amazing I haven’t personified the place sooner.)