Riding in Georgia (or any southern US state might) seem appealling, but in every movie I've seen from those areas, everyone seems to sweat like a fat guy lost in the woods who thinks he just heard the sound of a banjo.
I mean, I've seen them doing nothing more than changing channels on the tv (where the new tv sits on top of the old tv) and they're sweating with the effort.
Where I am, I've marathon runners come in on record pace and can still be shivering.
Nah, the heat is fine when you're sitting on he beach in Tenerife sipping from fruity alcoholic drinks with little brollies in.