When I was a kid, Evel was THE MAN.

One Christmas, Santa brought me the Evel doll and motorbike, complete with jump ramps.

The bike had a rip cord AND gyroscopes inside it so it could wheelie like a real bike.

I loved that thing so much. Years later, Mum told me Dad and a friend of his were playing in the hallway (probably half cut) with Evel on Christmas eve. It was that cool a toy.

So, it’s sad to hear he has died. RIP- you legend.

Tomorrow is the Australian federal election, and while I have been known to spout my political views in public forums from time to time, I have not done so as part of my media career as there is no place for it.

As a result, this blog has steered clear of politics also.

But today I feel compelled to sing:

Hat. Hurry. Door. Arse.

As is her rightful wish, Rachel will soon be the owner of a new Bolwell Euro 150 scooter.

Here’s the info

Here’s the scooter itself (not another one, but the actual scooter!)