Stylishly dressed, hair perfectly coiffed and wearing the inevitable pearl earrings, Margaret Thatcher had dropped by for yet another of British election organizers' much loved photo opportunities. This time it was a famous motorcycle manufacturer in Newton Abbot, Devonshire. The Prime Minister, ever the lady, would not be pushed into providing a spectacle for the press. "I think that would be a bit gimmicky, don't you?" she declared, politely declining requests to sit on a motorcycle or even grip the handlebars. But Thatcher is not one to miss such an opportunity entirely, and almost coyly she allowed her fingers to trace...
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