117 degrees shreds your windshield wipers into tatters. Of course, when it rains in Vegas(about five times per year) turning them on is quite an entertaining sight, watching all those shredded spikes of rubber ineffectively moving across the windshield.
117 degrees will dry out your belts, melt asphalt, wear tires into strange contortions and burn your armpits trying to put a seat belt over the body. It will blow up any full, unopened soda cans left in the car(I know this for a fact). It will melt six boxes of 64 each Crayola crayons into a mess worthy of the largest candle you burn.
Travelers walking out of McCarren Airport in Las Vegas had this to say about the heat when walking out the doors, "Holy F***!" Little do they know drinking alcohol will also dehydrate a person -and the casinos are not exactly posting notices. Bad for profits.
Not even a fool in Las Vegas would spend a day at the pool in this searing sun. We have plenty of fools who live here, I know.
I must be one of them to live here in the summer.