THE BIG EASY

When first asked if I might like to try out a Fat Boy, I was somewhat perplexed. Was I being confused, erroneously I hasten to add, with someone hiding a secret, sordid past once carried out in a city’s sleazy back streets… and then the penny dropped. Oh, THAT Fat Boy, the V-twin Softail cruiser; the original fat custom icon boasting a massive presence and a dominant attitude.

But we are in no West Coast setting, where hot, sultry days flow through a narrative of sweat, blood and tears; where some B-movie character, seated on his pristine Harley, parks up and waves a bundle of cash as he spies through an open window a beautiful femme fatale sporting horn-rimmed glasses. A cigarette dangles from the side of her lip-glossed mouth, feet in high heels on the desk whilst she files already perfectly