It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single women in possession of a good income and a spare garage must be in want of a Harley.  Or have I not got that quote quite right? Heaving bosoms and simmering passions aside, at least for the moment, there is definitely something about a Harley that makes your life seem, well, different. Having tripped over to Uppingham on a normal Saturday morning thinking for all the world that the highlight of my day would be chosing which kind of cake I would have with my coffee, what a pleasant surprise it was to find out, when I poked my head around the Harley showroom door, that my bike had arrived.  That morning.  Unannounced.  It stood, majestically, amongst the clutter of Ducatis gently shedding motes of dust from its packaging.