Moar Bikes

**PirateJafa** · 13th October 2008, 04:40

Once again, two nameless folk have bought new motorbikes, this time down past Dannevirke.

One has a trailer.

One has a car [which he can swap for a car with MOAR POWAR].

And so Captain Bligh and Professional Passenger hatch a nefarious plan.

These two intrepid heroes, along with their sidekicks Wonder Woman, Unremarkable Man and the Golden Mane bravely set out, away from the city of a million moccachinoes.

We leave the first house at 1pm. By the time we have spilt one engine-worth of oil into the trailer and waiting for a anonymous chap to condition his hair we manage to leave Auckland at 5pm.

Taupo before dark? Ha! Whilst rocking along the Taupo coast road we pull up behind a truck. What a godsend - now we can leech off his headlights (which actually illuminate things!) and we follow as he thrashes it along the desert road, crossing the centreline and pulling away from us on the hills.

We hit Palmerston North around midnight and drop off Clivoris' motor to him and AJTurbo. We then find out that apparently the entire city (Ha!) of Palmerston North spends Friday nights at church. After we give up on finding a bar suddenly we see flashing red and blue! Hrmmm, I suppose that headlights are moderately important. Pull over and have a chat to the lovely gal and her colleagues in the booze-wagon - and roll away with a set of directions back to Clivoris' lawn.

After several hours of talking shite we discover that the old Commodores have DAMN comfy seats to sleep in.

The Doomwagon goes forth.

Hazard: Cones ahead.

Play nice back there dammit.

Wait, salvation beckons!

Good cheer and harmony take hold (except where singing is involved).

The regression to childhood begins. I spy with my little eye, something that begins with the letter G...

Ramming SPEED!

When you let a female navigate. Dammit!

Trying to entice her out before we end up in the fires of Mt Doom.

A balanced diet!

**PirateJafa** · 13th October 2008, 04:41

We wake up in the morning and disappear in search of petrol. Cruising along at 90km/h we see disco lights behind us. Again.

Turns out the trailer isn't warranted. Doh. Taking my word (ha!) that there are two full license holders in the passenger seats the cop throws us a ticket which we can get off within 14 days by WOFing the trailer. Fooking thanks mate!

The cone is stolen by Wellingtonians!

And liberated!

Ahhar! Heading in the right direction!

Guess who didn't have to sleep under the trailer last night.

The chances on a cop being around that corner is 0.014...

You can never go wrong with moar Vikings.

Warp six please Mr Spock.

**PirateJafa** · 13th October 2008, 04:43

Arriving at our target (eventually) we collect the loot and do a runner.

Reaching Fielding, we spot that the oil pressure gauge is registering nil. Hrmm. Oh and what's that? The temperature guage is well in the red? Methinks it may be time to make a slight detour to the nearest shoulder we can or cannot fit onto!

Okay, let us apply our motorbike knowledge to cars. No oil pressure. No coolant. Redlined temperature guage. Well, Holden nearly sounds like Honda, so let's just keep going regardless!

The scapegoat.

I smell pretty, oh so pretty!

Sigh.

Rest of pictures posted up for one of the others to add the story to because I am way too tired to finish this saga tonight!

Sleep!

**PirateJafa** · 13th October 2008, 04:44

Someone looks cheerful!

I know, after a restricted license driver breaching multiple license conditions for a couple thousand kilometres, let's put one of the full license holders behind the wheel for the last 20 minute leg of the trip now we've dropped off the trailer!

Or not. That's right, you'd better be facepalming ya damn westie.

Hit by the disco lights four times in one day! Do we smell or something?

We can fit the sidecars in there, I'm sure!

**Slyer** · 13th October 2008, 06:01

Damn westies!
I didn't find the commodore that comfy to sleep in, but I was sleeping in the boot on top of a fire extinguisher.

Conelius got us in trouble twice!
We were taking photos with him at the army museum, you know climbing on tanks, trying to stick him on the end of the barrels and such when a security guard decided that this cone was one of his.
He proceeded to yell at us from the entrance, not to take photos with the cone while we kindly explain to him that it's our cone so he can fuck off.
He then stood there giving us the evils till we left.

Much later on we found a roadblock where we were briefly searched by a cop armed with a flashlight. Who knew they were looking for cones eh?
He told us off for having it but I think he let us off once he realised he couldn't care for the conelius as well as we could.

**Ragingrob** · 13th October 2008, 08:18

Hahahahahahahaha.

Brilliant write up Jafa!

**Timati** · 13th October 2008, 11:30

Quite the story.

**gijoe1313** · 13th October 2008, 11:49

Road trips are classic quintessential rites of passage ... heck, I even go on them impromptuly! I guess Cornelius was giving the rozzers the raspberry so attracted them quick smart ...

I take it the infusion of moar oil into the engine helped it summit wat? More importantly, the sidecar all works tickety-boo?

**motorbyclist** · 13th October 2008, 12:00

jeez jafa you couldn't have posted photos in chronilogical order could you?

**motorbyclist** · 13th October 2008, 12:04

conelius learns to fly!

**TOTO** · 13th October 2008, 12:06

You guys are legends.

You should start a company "Adventure on the Go".

**motorbyclist** · 13th October 2008, 12:08

after another successful trailer through drive thru manuevuer, we went for our midnight playground trip.

it would appear hanne got stuck.... let's all stand there and watch rather than help her down

**motorbyclist** · 13th October 2008, 12:13

ehab and the last crunchie bar

rocking out with the kids infront

and timing is everything

**motorbyclist** · 13th October 2008, 12:18

MOAR BUCKET SIDECARS

the car we should have been driving and what stephen's shed should look like

we had a great chat with the guys who offered us delicious scones - turns out one of them is the engineering teacher at the high school in fielding, where the year 13 students get to make there bucket sidecars and race em at manfield! best. class. ever.