Harvey was eager for first-hand experience and asked if he could take my Ducati out for a spin. ‘Sure,’ I said, and stood in the car park for what felt like an age as he took my bike for a run God knows where, returning and taking off his helmet to reveal even messier hair and an even bigger grin. ‘Right,’ he said, ‘when can you start?’ As interviews go, it beat sitting in the British Leyland canteen.
