Cold Kiwi 2007 hype thread

[Buddy L]

here are my efforts, All up on the hill climb.
First is my mate jeremy ( "Worm" on KB) on his way to winning the hill climb comp on his
DRZ400.
And the rest is hill climb action as well.
Thought that i won best Suzuki as well but their was just one number different in the rego plate, that they called out.

[tomtyer-drake]

bloody good, i stilll have some unfinished business with that hill! - well with the top third of it.

[tomtyer-drake]

anyone got any pics of that idiot passed out by the fire on saturday night?

[Buddy L]

and some more,
Only other KB'ers that i meet was morc's and Lone Ranger

[Krusti]

Here is a few of the pics I took.........

[Krusti]

Wheelie, weenie.

[Krusti]

Burnout, fire

[Sparky Bills]

Good to see some late model bikes on the burnout bad. Looks like huge amounts of fun!

[007XX]

Have finally come back...What an absolutely awesome weekend!!!

Great to Goblin,BRAVO1, Meeckey Mouse, Krusti, Vagabond, Carver, Blackbird2.
If I've forgotten anyone, please excuse me, it is probably due to the very liberal amount of alcoholic lubrication administrated to my person over the weekend

Can't wait for next year...Just not soon enough!

[Krusti]

here are my efforts, All up on the hill climb..

There I am in the last two pics taking the same pic from a different angle!

[quallman1234]

http://www.archerpix.com/cold_kiwi/c...2007/main.html

[quallman1234]

Any pics of me pulling/attempting to pull wheelies?

Great pics keep em coming .

[Mk1]

The Cold Kiwi 2007 opened up at 15:00 on Friday 31st August. I got there about 15:30 after travelling up on my own from Wellington just after midday. It wasn’t hard to find, I just followed the swarm of other bikes travelling at various speeds in the general direction.

The dirt track from the road dipped and wound for quite a distance until I started to think I’d maybe missed a turn, but then I went round a corner and the site opened up into a valley with a stunning view of Mt Ruapehu. I rode around looking for a suitable spot to plant the tent and finally found a suitable spot. Luckily I chose somewhere near the edge of the trees which kept the worst of the cold wind off and not too much poo on the ground…which was nice.

After I eventually got the tent up I was asked over to join a small group living in the tents behind me (who had a big fire). They welcomed me over and handed me a nice can of contraband (BYO alcohol being forbidden by the organizers who were under strict instructions from the ever helpful boys in blue). The group who adopted me had travelled down from Auckland for their second Cold Kiwi and turned out to be the epitome of bikerdom. Very welcoming, a bit bad, slightly mad and knew how to have a laugh. Thanks again guys.

A couple of blokes turned up soon after with their big 4x4 wagon with all their kit in.
A few lads near my group took a distinct disliking to this (there being a no car rule - it's a bike rally after all). The disgruntled bikers had no problem airing their views.
The outstanding comment I heard was "if you don't ride it, F-off"!!!!

The bar opened at 17:00 on the Friday evening so we got on it and I carried on till about 11. There were a couple of stalls knocking out grub, which didn’t do a bad job. One was open 24 hours which was dam handy. The lovely ladies did a magnificent job, even if they couldn’t remember my order. One time I ended up settling for a steak and onion sandwich instead of the bacon and egg roll I’d ordered, but hey, life’s too short when you’re half cut and hungry.

There was a band on Fri who were rather good. Plenty of energy, decent sounds and played the kind of tracks that everyone wanted to jump around to like a paranoid wasp on speed.

I got up at about 07:00 on the Saturday morning having been woken up by a chap who found the red-line at about 06:30 (thanks whoever you were). I had a small hangover on the Sat morning cause one of my group kept handing out the bourbon…which it would've seemed rude not to partake in. Well that’s my excuse.


I found out on Saturday morning that on the Friday night some idiot had tried to nick one of the organising club's motorcycles.
Apparently someone had nicked it and stashed it over in some trees some way away; presumably for moving on later when the place was quiet.
That was NOT a good idea. Especially when there were soooo many people there who share the same biking passion.
I understand from talking to one of the organisers on the Saturday afternoon that the bike had been found and the culprit caught.
The organiser wouldn't say if he got a kicking, but I bet he didn't walk out of there with everything in tact. Probably a bloody mess I'd of thought.
Rule number one: Don't mess with other peoples bikes!
Rule number two: Have as much fun as you want, but don't mess with other peoples bikes!
Rule number three: Have as much fun as you want, but don't touch the women (a deffo BYO situation I found this year at the Cold Kiwi, except for the terminally brave/dumb), AND DON'T MESS WITH OTHER PEOPLES BIKES!
(Thus endeth the lesson)

One character soon caught my eye had a 750cc sports bike that was a bit of a rat.
No fairing left and it was in a bit of a state. Not much of an exhaust…etc.
He'd taken off the normal road/racing tyres you would expect on this sort of bike and had substituted knobbly motor cross tyres.
His main skill seemed to be holding on the front break so the bike would move forwards slowly and spinning the back wheel as fast as possible.
He was digging some serious trenches.
The muck flying off the back end was quite impressive, especially if you were in the way and got covered…as many people did. All in good fun though.
He didn't seem to have a centre or side stand on the bike and to park it simply locked the front wheel and span the back end until it dug into the ground down to the chain. Then simply got off and walked away.
He was a keen contender in the hill climbing event giving it full bore, and made it a reasonable way up until the bike dug in and gave up.
I was so impressed with his exploits that I gave him the nickname 'Mr Plough' (similar to Homer in that Simpsons episode).
Mr Plough was a large chap and for some reason I felt the need to tell him of his newly acquired name.
He'd dug his bike in and I introduced myself by enquiring whether he considered that the bike was 'parked'.
I then respectfully told him his new nickname.


The events kicked off just after midday with the hill climb which was a great spectacle and there were two hills to choose from:
1) The very steep: 'you're probably going to die hill' on the right, and:
2) The incredibly steep: 'you're going to die and probably take your friends/family with you hill' on the left.
I really enjoyed the hill climb. No shortage of bottle these people.
Loads of different bikes took part from purposeful trail bikes, trail pit bikes, hybrid road bikes (with knobbly trail tyres), through to proper road racing bikes with street tyres. The road bikes with road tyres were especially good for the fun loving nutters who didn’t care whether they crashed out as long as they got the furthest up the hill. One contender was a young 10 year old lad who had great courage for his age and quite rightly got a big cheer from the crowd. My particular favourite was the hybrids, especially the big sports bikes with hard suspension and no problem finding the red-line. “GO MR PLOUGH”!

There were a load of other good events. They included a wheelie competition (some impressive skills especially some chap on one of the hybrids), a slow race, catch the weenie, and the hill run.
The hill run had to be done in a helmet…erm, and that’s the only rule. Any other clothing is up to you. One adventurous chap dashed of first showing an unhealthy amount of arse crack and earned the name ‘Cheeky’ from the chap on the tannoy.

At 17:00 on the Saturday evening it was time for the burn-out competition.
It started in good fashion with a Harley and some top bikes gave it plenty.
In a similar vein to the now legendary Mr Plough, some chaps had a similarly powerful hybrid road bike with knobbly tires instead of road tyres. I think it had been a VFR in a former life but that’d been a long time ago and it was now a top contender for ‘Rat Bike of the Day’.
They’d entered the hill climb earlier and the wheelie competition and were clearly one of the maddest groups. In addition to Mr Plough's attributes though, this group bought a stack of complete back wheels for the burn out. Must've been over a dozen complete tyres+rims.
They burnt out the lot and made a hell of a stink.
You couldn't see for the smoke.
I nicknamed this crew the 'Burn-out Brothers' (not as funny as Mr Plough but I guess I was running out of funny by this point).
I timed one which went on for over 4 minutes.
Quite impressive if you consider that the back wheel must’ve been running at around 200kph!!!
The tyres that were completely bald at the start died somewhat sooner though.
Some of the tyres really let go in the end with a very satisfying bang.
One ripped completely in half.
True to form, the Burn-out Brothers didn't stop when the tyres popped and ground the rims which made a shower of sparks fly out the back end.
Absolute carnage!
There was also a company there who had an offer on, you could pay $50 and some bloke would take off your good road tyre, chuck on an old tyre for you to burn-out, and then chuck your good tyre back on again afterwards.
Good value if you fancy giving it a go I guess.

There was another good band on the Saturday night and a load more drinks, but I was conscious of the alcohol level for the following morning so stopped drinking at about 22:30 and hit the hay about 11. There was a lot more people watching the band on the Saturday night who had travelled up on the Saturday morning and the tent was completely packed. The band again carried on until around midnight.

The weather was fine all weekend until about 23:30 on the Saturday night.
It absolutely hammered down and the strong wind made my tent move around quite a bit. Glad I was snug in my sleeping bag under the cover of the tent.
Next morning I awoke at about 6:30 and the place was like a quagmire.
Putting all the kit away was a bit of a bind in the wind and rain but I managed ok with some help from my new found mates that I met on the Friday afternoon.
Riding out of the place was a real adventure on road tyres because the long track out of the place was awash with sludgy mud and rocks.
I took it easy and made it out in one piece. Others were not so lucky.
I saw one poor chap with his lady and all the gear on the back, taking it easy but must’ve hit a slippery rock covered in loose mud and the front end washed out. I imagine the language inside the helmet was somewhat colourful.
I eventually set off and a couple of bikes over took me as I plodded nervously out of the site and down the long winding track, but I let them go thinking I'd just be happy to make it out without dropping the bike like the other poor sods. It wasn’t too bad once you got going; you just had to take it steady.

The organisers did a great job and my sincere thanks to them. This year will certainly not be my last Cold Kiwi.

[Goblin]

One character soon caught my eye had a 750cc sports bike that was a bit of a rat.
No fairing left and it was in a bit of a state. Not much of an exhaust…etc.
He'd taken off the normal road/racing tyres you would expect on this sort of bike and had substituted knobbly motor cross tyres.
His main skill seemed to be holding on the front break so the bike would move forwards slowly and spinning the back wheel as fast as possible.
He was digging some serious trenches.
The muck flying off the back end was quite impressive, especially if you were in the way and got covered…as many people did. All in good fun though.
He didn't seem to have a centre or side stand on the bike and to park it simply locked the front wheel and span the back end until it dug into the ground down to the chain. Then simply got off and walked away.
He was a keen contender in the hill climbing event giving it full bore, and made it a reasonable way up until the bike dug in and gave up.
I was so impressed with his exploits that I gave him the nickname 'Mr Plough' (similar to Homer in that Simpsons episode).
Mr Plough was a large chap and for some reason I felt the need to tell him of his newly acquired name.
He'd dug his bike in and I introduced myself by enquiring whether he considered that the bike was 'parked'.
I then respectfully told him his new nickname.

Yup! Mr Plough...affectionately known as Charcoal.

[tomtyer-drake]

yeah, loved seeing that bike parked in various spots, specially how you could tell the places he had been to more than once... as he seemed to enjoy parking beside his last park