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.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
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!
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!
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