The bike? Kind of. The rider? Heck, no!
Pull the old girl on the centerstand and connect the trickle charger. Then pack a few rags and head for the Mediterranean, where dudes ride year round. Looks something like this (looking South, shadow is also kind of long, but it is early morning):
(Still dreaming of performing a similar trick one winter Down Under :angel: Before I'm permanently transferred to that place where every day is a riding day, every road is composed entirely of turns, and every motorcycle has exactly four cylinders. The picture above is a reasonable facsimile..)