I bet, takes all the fun outta riding. I remember hitting the road when I lived in northern Minnesota, have a great day in the sun, then at sunset head for home, temperature plummets and you find yourself locking the throttle, hands on the cylinder heads to keep em warm and guide the bike home with your knees on the gas tank like a circus act. Brrrrrrr...
I loved that sportster, sometimes wish I still had it.
