Meh... she's on three wheels, and not all that far from home, I bet. Child's play.
Here is how we do it out here. I posted these photos just before Christmas on another thread. That's me on my Road King, heading up and on top of Hurricane Ridge on a 300 mile loop of our Olympic Peninsula. My buddy (taking the photos) was on his FJR. High temp of the day never made it out of the 20's, with morning and evening temps (we rode the ferry across Puget Sound both ways in the dark) one hell of a lot colder than that.
And yes, the "Urinal" is a truly world class POS. My neighbor and I took one out for a test ride one afternoon, taking turns driving and riding in the side hack. We didn't even make it out of the parking lot before it fouled the first spark plug. The salesman put a new one in, and gave us a box of four to carry along. We used them all before we made it back to the dealership.
Granted, we were gone a bit longer than any of us (especially the salesman) expected we would be. Even though it had all the power of a riding lawn mower, we were having a ball. Probably because we wound up bar hopping on it, and getting pretty well lit in the process.
When we arrived back at the dealer (with my neighbor riding), the damn thing was back down to one cylinder again. The salesman was out front showing off another bike to a customer, so Vic decided to give him a bit of a show, and lifted the sidecar (with me in it, of course) a couple of feet off the ground. I slammed down right as we were stopping in front of the guy. He was pissed. Things didn't get much better when he noticed it was on one cylinder again, and that both of us were fairly drunk. He asked us to leave, but never did ask us what we thought of the bike.