From the desk of your roaming editor

MY 10-year-old son just got his first motorbike.

While this is significant on its own, the fact that he worked odd jobs for family members and saved everything he earned for over a year to buy this set of wheels makes it even more special.

He brokered the deal and budgeted every dollar to buy his safety gear. He is so proud – and we’re so proud.

And because it is a secondhand 30-year-old bike, he has already had to learn its intricacies and how to fix things on it.

What a learning curve.

After re-configuring our set-up, our caravan is now sporting the lovely little Yamaha dirt bike on the front. We’re off to Victoria this month to find some snow to play in – on a toboggan not the dirt bike, although I’m sure it will get a run.