All my TJ has ever known is the South Florida/Miami heat — often enough, surface-of-the-sun inferno level.
Random notes:
- South Florida temps may equal other metros but think about it: the sun, the temps, the strength and angle of the rays are virtually 24x7x365 — having lived in Boston for many years, yes, July/August is a bitch but.
- after 17 years, I finally replaced the soft top with a hard top last May. Love it and don’t miss it. Easier to cool the interior, considerably quieter and more secure. Had the sunrider option which was nice in the evenings — it’s so mfing hot (along with the direct sun on a man that has more scars than a Moab trail from skin cancer surgeries) that I rarely ever put the full top down.
- bought it new with AC. Nice to use when I have a passenger but quite honestly, I try not to use it a lot. You get used to anything I suppose — windows down 98% of the time. My co-pilot pit mix doesn't complain though I routinely have to clean the panting drool off the door. The 2.4L is underpowered (severe understatement) – with the AC, more so. Plus, gas mileage considerations.
- I’ve lined the full floor and tranny tunnel (wicked hot after sitting in traffic or a long highway drive) with radiant heat barrier mat insulation — major improvement — great sound deadening too.
- for a bunch of years, I had to park it in the parking lot next to the apartment — the blazing sun will eventually destroy the top, harden and crack the plastic windows, fade the plastic stock fender flares, cowl and hood, etc.; for the past few years, I’ve been able to park it in the back, under the building overhang. HUUUUGE improvement.
- the tropics will quickly degrade your battery (and other internal and external components) Most batteries have lasted maybe 2, 2 ½-3 years; my next battery will be a 100Ah lithium iron phosphate battery from Renogy.
Perhaps a predictable Q: “Dude, why the F do you live there?” My (millennial) family’s here — two kids, son-in-law and a grandson — many in that demographic are leaving SoFla — when they decide to leave, I’m chained to their bumper.
~ Peter