I worry about my son Andrew’s best mate, who, to protect the innocent here, we will call Bob!
Bob’s a good kid, brought up in a loving, caring family environment, and has the world, literally, at his feet.
So why do I worry? Simple. Because after dallying with high performance road cars, he has ‘discovered’ the wonderful world of 4WDs and 4WDing.
Truth is, if we lived somewhere like Hawke’s Bay, or Canterbury, I don’t think I would be so concerned. Because, from what I see and hear, there are enough quasi-legal spots along each province’s braided rivers for a young fella with a pumped up ‘Tuff Truck’ to ‘have a hack’ of an evening after work or weekend afternoon without raising the ire of radio talkback callers or newspaper…