Some people tan. Vegas locals suit up. When the backyard thermometer reads like an oven dial, our sunbather isn't taking chances: full hazmat suit, sealed helmet, a fruity cocktail through a very long straw and a bottle of SPF Atomic on standby. The sun's grinning in his shades, the block wall's radiating heat and the lawn chair is just about holding together. Protective gear required.

Printed on a Comfort Colors 1717 — garment-dyed, heavyweight, broken-in-on-day-one soft. Built for 115-degree afternoons, pool days, patio happy hours and anyone who's ever burned their hand on a seatbelt buckle in July.