To tell the truth, I'll take a dry 105° over 90° and humid any day. I really do feel sorry for you guys. I wouldn't even consider riding my bike five miles to work and back each day if I was still living in Atlanta. Well, they don't have bike lanes or even sidewalks there, anyway.
Last June, when I was still working in Atlanta and commuting 60 miles each way, there was a heat wave and the temperature hit 110°. My car's air conditioning didn't really work until I hit 40 mph, so for about half the trip, I didn't have A/C.
The neighbors used to take us out to Lake Westpoint (on the Alabama border) in their boat. It's a pretty large lake, but the water temperature would be well above 90° by mid-summer. It was bathwater.
Here, I'm still riding my bike, and I plan to keep doing so even when it passes 110°. They're doing construction on the road in front of where I work, but I can avoid a 2-mile detour by taking a little trip through the desert on my bike. That's where I took the picture.
This is the place to be if you don't like weather swings. A few months ago, the weatherman could just copy and paste "90° and sunny" every day for weeks on end.
This
is the hottest city in the country, though. It
feels hotter elsewhere, but 120° tends to sound more impressive than "100° and humid."