woodybee
6th October 2008, 21:20
Hey Dudes and Dudess's
Blimey been back over just over a week and boy has it gone quick.
Had THE most fantastic time, so settle down and read the saga.
Decided to start the tour a couple of days earlier, so before the Pissed Penguin, I made my way from Queenstown to Clydevale and stop with a guy called Clive who I met well over a year ago at one of those rallies which has merged into one huge rally in my mind. Had a fantastic ride down, the weather was a bit rainey when I left, but the sunshine cracked through those moody clouds and escorted me to Alex where I stopped for a cuppa with a mate then the rain started again, and boy did it piss down, till I got through Roxborough, but the minute I swung a right at the Beaumont pub it cleared.
Wow that little road to Clydevale is so pretty with all the trees bending over to form a canopy to ride through, shame the sun wasn't bursting through.
Got to the pub, met up with Clive and had a night of drinking tea, eating takeway, and Johnny Depp's Sweeny Todd dvd
Next day saw me navigating though to Balclutha a matter of K's away to Scummies and CB's for a fab afternoon and a spectacular feed and lots of wine in the evening, had the best time with you guys.....thanks dudes.
Off to Ka Ka at lunchtime and was 4th to arrive at the Rally site, met the organisers who threw a beer down my throat and fed me dinner.......woo top folk there...............
Whilst pitching my tent, on marched a bmw with home made panniers with stickers from all over the world..........The first word uttered by the rider was tui, chick.................so already thought of him as potential friend fodder.....still think Tui's shit though!! Tom the Irishman, has literally been all over the world and had some amazing stories. We sat on a premade seat of swept up tree on Kaka's wonderful beach and spoke bollocks for a while, returned to the site, then my good mates, Pete from Nelson arrived as did the wonderful Brad and friend from Dunedin.......we cooked up a a feast and sat roudn Tom the travellers petrol driven cooker and drank shitloads till we went over to the tent at the end of the Rugby, shit, there was stack of folk there in the evening.
The next morning, was the nomal waking up wishing I felt so much better, but was determined to make the ride at 1pm (very thought time!), but again farted around for a while watching people coming in and decided that was more fun, and also thought the petrol money was much better spent on beer.
The evening crept round, and more mates arrived as did the KB crew, always great to see you dudes .....................Shriek proved himself to be a profoundly good John Travolta..........so danced into the wee hours with him, but completely fucked my knee doing a pole dance............2 weeks later its still sore.......youch
Next morning my tent got shook until I crept out the thing and nearly battered the shaker...........tried to creep back in, to no avail, so decided to get up anyway.......................but managed to faff around cooking and packing up until all but Winston had left.......and embarked on one of the windiest rides to Dunedin...............already written about that on the Pissed Penguin thread.
Got to Nighthawk's and Xaris, about 3 hours after them feeling rather sorry for myself and battered and totally demoralised by the wind, and made Dale park up Tex, as by that point had had it..........................
Had a wicked afternoon and evening with them chilling out, only managed 1 glass of wine.
Got up got sorted, and slammed the door behind me, remembering their words of pull it really hard (hmm heard that somewhere before!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), did so then went "Oh bollocks" as I realised my helmet was on the inside.....Dunedin decided to show my that day that it could get as hot as the tropics as it was friggin baking..........
Grabbed a ride with social services to Paula's for the spare key, met a friendly tiler who had a van which transported me back to Paula's grabbed the helmet and set off to Christchurch.
As normal love the shoreline ride to Christchurch, laughed my head off as normal at Shagpoint, was going to stop at Moraki,but seen the bolders heaps, so carried took a few photographs, and headed forth.......
God knows why, but it took me ages to get to Ghostbullets, too much yaking and coffee stops I guess. found this gorgeous little church to stop and cook a feast.....(photos to come) then onwards to Rangiora, where my poor bike had to go cross country following Ghosty back to his place. Mr. and Mrs kids are lovely and I don't tend to do kids, but they were delightful and fun 4 and 5 year olds, so had a ball with them.,......Thanks for looking after me guys I had a ball.........Ghosty escorted me back to Rangiora, the following a.m. to catch Highway 1, but as I followed him on the grass to get out of Cust, I got blinded by the sun, and ended getting embedded in a few inches of cow toilet next to a field.....poooo
Onwards and upward to Nelson, my god the heavens opened and the God of Wind, blew himself out all the way through the Lewis pass.......I had to stop for a pee, so parked my bike up heading into the wind, so it wouldnt be blown over, and nearly got blown over whilst doing the manoever, had to grab a tree to stop myself being blown backwards.
The drops of rain persuaded me that an extra shell of clothing would be prudent and thank god, man it pissed down, one bonus thought the wind dropped a bit.
Got to Murchison, eventually thinking fuck it Im camping here, but rang IDB for moral support and a phone hug, then got a phone call off my Nelson buddy Parrish, saying it was only another 1.5 hours left, so changed my socks,(it was at that point I realiased I had been perched in a cow toilet as my boots stunk of crap after all that way and rain, my boots still reeked of cow dung.........urgh gross. I had a cuppa, reassessed and hooned all the way to Nelson, got to Motchuaka, and the sun shone, found my mates fairytale cottage in the sumptious gounds on which his house is perched and spent 3 days eating, drinking, sightseeing and getting thoroughly spoilt........Thanks parish and regards to Brown Dog the friendliest pit bull doggy I have ever met, woof woof doggy friend.
Oh my god on the way to make the prearranged meeting for lunch with Churcky19, I decided to have a gander at Queen Charlotte drive, (Nelson) thanks to IDB for persuading me to do that trip.
God that place is mesmorising, its expanse of bay and crystal waters and masterful mountains is spellbinding to say the least.
I wooped and screamed with delight all the way up and down that stretch of road, took sooooooooooooo many photo's which made me incredibly late for Chucky, but we'd kept in contact, and he was having fun,riding so he carried on up, I carried on down, and we met just outside Blenheim. We stopped at a groovy cafe, in a place called Ketangeegooga's or something similar, :killingme stolled on the beach, skimmed a few stones, ate a fiest before we hooned away to Kaikora for a much needed Beer.....and thank you to those seal 's for putting on their daily performance of cuteness.....argh guys you're so sweet.
Have passed through Kiakoar many times, but paused for a beer and caught the wiff of a party town which I didn't know existed, that place hums for a good piss up, must venture back for a weekend there sometime, so pretty too, with the snow capped mountains, enclosing the town.
Arrived at Chuckies castle after being batter by that (sorry to swear) fucking wind, and then got bowled over literally by his pooch Bowie a Labradoodle, what a fantastic bundle of unexpolded bomb his dog is::doobey:.........hats off to you pooch, you have more energy than me.......would love to meet you again and run your exitable energy reserves to low mateydog........
Lotas of KBers met up in the evening at the Fox and Ferrits for a night of fun and catch up chat......(PS who didn't pay for their spare ribs!) Chucky, Lemans, Sally and Redneck were the last dudes standing, and we all said goodnight, then Chucky and I flipped a coin to stay out and cab to town, or go back and get though a couple of bottles of wine, needless to say we both appear to have the breaking strain of a kit kat when it come to going out, so the coin flipped in our favour and off we trecked to Micky Finns again.......for another fun night of drinking and boogying on down......
Woo didn't get up till 2pm due to horrendous hangovers, then by the time we gone and had breakky and had a beer which was really chewey.........!! it was time to go shopping for food, so cooked up a chicken with stacks of helathy veg and mash, and wine, and that was it, the penultimate night of the tour had arrived:weep:
Another late start and we headed to Lemans and Sall's to meet their family of pets, my god the Irish Wolfhounds are humungously huge, and oh so sweet....their boy is golliath with a heart of gold and a bit of a coward........but the cat appears to rule the roost......go cat go..
We all rode to Geraldine for Pizza's then I left to late to get back as by the time I fot to Mount Cook, it was getting dark and cold (Otage had had a huge dump of snow, a few days before), dramatic, but potential hypothermia weather................brrrr:cold:
Got to Tarras and a knight in shining Armour rode his trusty stead (car) to meet up with me, and we swopped mounts, as by then I had nearly lost the will to live, let alone the will to ride...................I spent the last leg of the journed with the heater of his car the hottest it could go, and had the biggest sleep I have had for a long time.
Folks hope this hasnt bored you but had to write it up, I had the most fun time ever. I was loving it ,loving it, loving it, loving it, right now, every wheel turn of the way.
I will post photos in a couple of days.:woohoo::done::ride:
Blimey been back over just over a week and boy has it gone quick.
Had THE most fantastic time, so settle down and read the saga.
Decided to start the tour a couple of days earlier, so before the Pissed Penguin, I made my way from Queenstown to Clydevale and stop with a guy called Clive who I met well over a year ago at one of those rallies which has merged into one huge rally in my mind. Had a fantastic ride down, the weather was a bit rainey when I left, but the sunshine cracked through those moody clouds and escorted me to Alex where I stopped for a cuppa with a mate then the rain started again, and boy did it piss down, till I got through Roxborough, but the minute I swung a right at the Beaumont pub it cleared.
Wow that little road to Clydevale is so pretty with all the trees bending over to form a canopy to ride through, shame the sun wasn't bursting through.
Got to the pub, met up with Clive and had a night of drinking tea, eating takeway, and Johnny Depp's Sweeny Todd dvd
Next day saw me navigating though to Balclutha a matter of K's away to Scummies and CB's for a fab afternoon and a spectacular feed and lots of wine in the evening, had the best time with you guys.....thanks dudes.
Off to Ka Ka at lunchtime and was 4th to arrive at the Rally site, met the organisers who threw a beer down my throat and fed me dinner.......woo top folk there...............
Whilst pitching my tent, on marched a bmw with home made panniers with stickers from all over the world..........The first word uttered by the rider was tui, chick.................so already thought of him as potential friend fodder.....still think Tui's shit though!! Tom the Irishman, has literally been all over the world and had some amazing stories. We sat on a premade seat of swept up tree on Kaka's wonderful beach and spoke bollocks for a while, returned to the site, then my good mates, Pete from Nelson arrived as did the wonderful Brad and friend from Dunedin.......we cooked up a a feast and sat roudn Tom the travellers petrol driven cooker and drank shitloads till we went over to the tent at the end of the Rugby, shit, there was stack of folk there in the evening.
The next morning, was the nomal waking up wishing I felt so much better, but was determined to make the ride at 1pm (very thought time!), but again farted around for a while watching people coming in and decided that was more fun, and also thought the petrol money was much better spent on beer.
The evening crept round, and more mates arrived as did the KB crew, always great to see you dudes .....................Shriek proved himself to be a profoundly good John Travolta..........so danced into the wee hours with him, but completely fucked my knee doing a pole dance............2 weeks later its still sore.......youch
Next morning my tent got shook until I crept out the thing and nearly battered the shaker...........tried to creep back in, to no avail, so decided to get up anyway.......................but managed to faff around cooking and packing up until all but Winston had left.......and embarked on one of the windiest rides to Dunedin...............already written about that on the Pissed Penguin thread.
Got to Nighthawk's and Xaris, about 3 hours after them feeling rather sorry for myself and battered and totally demoralised by the wind, and made Dale park up Tex, as by that point had had it..........................
Had a wicked afternoon and evening with them chilling out, only managed 1 glass of wine.
Got up got sorted, and slammed the door behind me, remembering their words of pull it really hard (hmm heard that somewhere before!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), did so then went "Oh bollocks" as I realised my helmet was on the inside.....Dunedin decided to show my that day that it could get as hot as the tropics as it was friggin baking..........
Grabbed a ride with social services to Paula's for the spare key, met a friendly tiler who had a van which transported me back to Paula's grabbed the helmet and set off to Christchurch.
As normal love the shoreline ride to Christchurch, laughed my head off as normal at Shagpoint, was going to stop at Moraki,but seen the bolders heaps, so carried took a few photographs, and headed forth.......
God knows why, but it took me ages to get to Ghostbullets, too much yaking and coffee stops I guess. found this gorgeous little church to stop and cook a feast.....(photos to come) then onwards to Rangiora, where my poor bike had to go cross country following Ghosty back to his place. Mr. and Mrs kids are lovely and I don't tend to do kids, but they were delightful and fun 4 and 5 year olds, so had a ball with them.,......Thanks for looking after me guys I had a ball.........Ghosty escorted me back to Rangiora, the following a.m. to catch Highway 1, but as I followed him on the grass to get out of Cust, I got blinded by the sun, and ended getting embedded in a few inches of cow toilet next to a field.....poooo
Onwards and upward to Nelson, my god the heavens opened and the God of Wind, blew himself out all the way through the Lewis pass.......I had to stop for a pee, so parked my bike up heading into the wind, so it wouldnt be blown over, and nearly got blown over whilst doing the manoever, had to grab a tree to stop myself being blown backwards.
The drops of rain persuaded me that an extra shell of clothing would be prudent and thank god, man it pissed down, one bonus thought the wind dropped a bit.
Got to Murchison, eventually thinking fuck it Im camping here, but rang IDB for moral support and a phone hug, then got a phone call off my Nelson buddy Parrish, saying it was only another 1.5 hours left, so changed my socks,(it was at that point I realiased I had been perched in a cow toilet as my boots stunk of crap after all that way and rain, my boots still reeked of cow dung.........urgh gross. I had a cuppa, reassessed and hooned all the way to Nelson, got to Motchuaka, and the sun shone, found my mates fairytale cottage in the sumptious gounds on which his house is perched and spent 3 days eating, drinking, sightseeing and getting thoroughly spoilt........Thanks parish and regards to Brown Dog the friendliest pit bull doggy I have ever met, woof woof doggy friend.
Oh my god on the way to make the prearranged meeting for lunch with Churcky19, I decided to have a gander at Queen Charlotte drive, (Nelson) thanks to IDB for persuading me to do that trip.
God that place is mesmorising, its expanse of bay and crystal waters and masterful mountains is spellbinding to say the least.
I wooped and screamed with delight all the way up and down that stretch of road, took sooooooooooooo many photo's which made me incredibly late for Chucky, but we'd kept in contact, and he was having fun,riding so he carried on up, I carried on down, and we met just outside Blenheim. We stopped at a groovy cafe, in a place called Ketangeegooga's or something similar, :killingme stolled on the beach, skimmed a few stones, ate a fiest before we hooned away to Kaikora for a much needed Beer.....and thank you to those seal 's for putting on their daily performance of cuteness.....argh guys you're so sweet.
Have passed through Kiakoar many times, but paused for a beer and caught the wiff of a party town which I didn't know existed, that place hums for a good piss up, must venture back for a weekend there sometime, so pretty too, with the snow capped mountains, enclosing the town.
Arrived at Chuckies castle after being batter by that (sorry to swear) fucking wind, and then got bowled over literally by his pooch Bowie a Labradoodle, what a fantastic bundle of unexpolded bomb his dog is::doobey:.........hats off to you pooch, you have more energy than me.......would love to meet you again and run your exitable energy reserves to low mateydog........
Lotas of KBers met up in the evening at the Fox and Ferrits for a night of fun and catch up chat......(PS who didn't pay for their spare ribs!) Chucky, Lemans, Sally and Redneck were the last dudes standing, and we all said goodnight, then Chucky and I flipped a coin to stay out and cab to town, or go back and get though a couple of bottles of wine, needless to say we both appear to have the breaking strain of a kit kat when it come to going out, so the coin flipped in our favour and off we trecked to Micky Finns again.......for another fun night of drinking and boogying on down......
Woo didn't get up till 2pm due to horrendous hangovers, then by the time we gone and had breakky and had a beer which was really chewey.........!! it was time to go shopping for food, so cooked up a chicken with stacks of helathy veg and mash, and wine, and that was it, the penultimate night of the tour had arrived:weep:
Another late start and we headed to Lemans and Sall's to meet their family of pets, my god the Irish Wolfhounds are humungously huge, and oh so sweet....their boy is golliath with a heart of gold and a bit of a coward........but the cat appears to rule the roost......go cat go..
We all rode to Geraldine for Pizza's then I left to late to get back as by the time I fot to Mount Cook, it was getting dark and cold (Otage had had a huge dump of snow, a few days before), dramatic, but potential hypothermia weather................brrrr:cold:
Got to Tarras and a knight in shining Armour rode his trusty stead (car) to meet up with me, and we swopped mounts, as by then I had nearly lost the will to live, let alone the will to ride...................I spent the last leg of the journed with the heater of his car the hottest it could go, and had the biggest sleep I have had for a long time.
Folks hope this hasnt bored you but had to write it up, I had the most fun time ever. I was loving it ,loving it, loving it, loving it, right now, every wheel turn of the way.
I will post photos in a couple of days.:woohoo::done::ride: