Cole Napier skate park 23.10.12

Swoosh!! “Woho! A full 360!" 
Whoops! I end up with a face full of foam. I drag my self out of the endless pit of foam. Bang! My feet collide with the ground. I slowly crawl my way up the steep ramp. Now I'm rushing down at a million miles an hour! (That translated into Kilometres is one million six hundred and 1 thousand Kilometres an hour!) 
I leave the ground the moment I hit the tip of the ramp. I aim to get a double tail whip…. And I succeed! Then I decide to try something new. I zoom down the ramp at full speed then I soar through the cold air. This is where the trick comes in. I leave the scooter in mid air but I spin 360 degrees. I desperately try to grasp at my scooter but I failed. 
“Cole!" Dad shouts.

 “Yeah”, I reply.

 “Time to go!"

 “Nooooooo! "    

New Plymouth

Reevvvvvv!! As every ones eyes are dazzled and surprised
"Wow!" everyone calls. "How do you do that?"
"It has electric motors on either wheel and i have a remote control," grandad says proudly.
"Hey nana, can i have something to eat?"
"Sure come in the camper van."
One meal later... somewhere at the pool.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" i scream as i plumete down to the bottom of a massive drop. Straight after i soar round a corner and my shoulder hits a small joiner gap. It sends me spinning!
Then i come to a halt and actually have to push my self round a corner! Then i pick up speed, hit another corner and another and finally i make a mess of Nana's clothes by soaking her in water.
Yep, you guessed it, the pools in New Plymouth.

Cole-my story

A faint tingling feeling creeps down my spine as I rise to the surface of a deep, deep sleep. Soon Ican't stop myself from shaking with excitement. Now my eyes burst open as if someone has attached a electric fence to me in my sleep.My stiff muscles tense as I rise from my sweet, soft, sympathetic bed. My knee is excruciatingly painful from a dirt bike accident in a race.

As the time passes I find myself in my Thor motocross top and my monster,Thor and vans motocross pants. Now I'm making dad a coffee. I still remember how he likes it, like he only told me yesterday.... wait it was only yesterday.
Rearea rearea rearea!! What's that noise? For moment I start to worry but only to find dad trying to start a honda CRF 230. He rented it from AFC motorcycles Palmerston North. 
Finally it fires and starts with a mighty roar. And now... Introducing the greatest birthday and christmas present.. my pride and joy(apart from my family) my KX 85!. Dad with a mighty heave pushes the 230 on to our ute and then my 85. I can barely help myself from screaming out with joy. Now its time to start the unbearable trip to Tikaria mx track
Ding da da ding ding ding is the sound of my 22 horse power kx 85. Brum brum is the sound of the CRF 230.Then the revs on both our bikes rise slightly to warm them up. 
Let me describe the track, gumboot high of sand and mud and tons of deep as ruts bigger than my mini 5 year old dog.My heart races as the adreneline pumps through it.(this is after about 8 laps of getting used to the track) Half throttle fist gear dump the clutch.Now we're both trying to keep our front wheels on the ground. Now here shifting up gear. 1st, 2nd, 3rd and then sometimes 4th . I drift round the burn slightly, hit a straight, go round another corner, I have a go at a really big table top which is bit more than 3 quarters the size of our class room and I get about half way. I clear a mini table top and then head up a hill that is really step on the way back down, At the top there is a root and I hit the root and jump half the way down the steep hill, Now I have approached a forest and I race through it then turn a rough corner and soar past the finish line.
Under my sweat soaked gear, Under my skull my brain is so rapt I can't keep up with my own thoughts!         

Cole's new kx 85 story

As I rush out of school, I sprint so fast that my legs nearly fall off ! I jump in the car and mum steps on the gas and in no time we are at the church. I was going on a test ride on a kx 85 2 stroke! It has twice the horse power as my DRZ 125. As I leapt into dad's car all of my excitement drained. He said he didn't  have time to pick it up. The car roared to life and we surged forward and continued on home. 
When we arrived home dad called me to the shed. Then I saw a faint green thing. Dad told me to turn the light on and then there was a long silence. I turned to dad to find him staring at me with a massive smile. The green thing was a 07 Kawasaki kx 85 race bike. Then puzzled, I asked what it was doing here. 
He said it was mine!

Hamner Springs

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Ahh! My mind screams as I'm forced back into my seat when the jet engines roar to life. We're speeding down the runway at well over 150 kms an hour, gaining more and more speed. Then finally we leave the ground and meet a new terrain; the air. After a while the flight captain announced that the flight attendants would be handing out mini chocolate bars, BBQ chips, water and an oat meal biscuit. Logan and I chose the mini chocolate bar. 
What felt like ten minutes was actually about half an hour. The plane wheels met the ground and let off a massive groan. Then a massive pain occurred in my head. It felt like some one shot me in the temples! 
A few unbearable moments later. Ahh! It still hurts!
A few more unbearable moments later! Finally we screech to a halt as we arrive in Christchurch!
Now the massive search for Nana has began. It's like a jungle in here. Tall men are like the trees that tower over you. Lion cubs are the little kids yelling and play fighting. Then there are the monkeys jumping from tree to tree. Different lots of little kids represent them jumping from seat to seat. The planes are like birds about to take off. Finding Nana is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Then suddenly I see her white hair and glasses and she notices us and gives a wave. 
Then the long car trip to Hamner began.