It must be broken, permanently stuck at 130 degrees, or baked into a state of solidified parts, rendering it inoperative, because who is gonna believe it was really that hot in the middle of the desert? Anyone who gets out of their air-conditioned car at this gas station in Quartzsite, Arizona, would believe it. The heat is overwhelming; it radiates off the ground and burns your eyes. The car runs hotter than normal, and, going up hills, the needle lurches closer to the red line. Never so close as to panic me, but I am aware this is one hot day to be driving to California.