Not even close to this, but a couple summers ago it was like 98° F/37° C here and not dry. The humid sky was a light blue and I was a dumb pedestrian like a mile from a train station. Almost dizzy, and stumbling toward a crosswalk, I had to stop directly behind a running tour bus whose exhaust was somehow even hotter. I don’t think I stopped sweating until October. The exhaust was just hot moving fast. It was no help at all and didn’t feel any drier than the outside. Anywho, godspeed.