The rooms were all booked, weekend plans with family or other Cyclenix members were made and we all headed up to the far north for our Cyclenix weekend up north led by Eli Set.
Friday afternoon was supposed to be an easygoing flat ride around the Dan Hatsbani area with amazing scenery. Thanks to global warming, weather in Israel is not as predictable as it used to be. Just a couple hours before the ride, the heavens decided to let all hell loose. Pouring rain, flooded streets and fields and hail! Yes bloody hail! I was in my car heading south after my morning ride when this happened.
Definitely not cycling conditions.
So the hard decision had to be made and the Friday afternoon ride was cancelled. A bit of a bummer but it definitely was the right decision.
So we all met at our meeting point in Gadot. We were 16 Cyclenixers since a few had to cancel their weekend plans with us for various reasons.
With a bit of a late start Eli introduced himself and we were on our way. The scenery was amazing and every so on, Eli stopped t
o give us geographical and historical explanations about the area we were in. From Gadot we headed towards Machanayim and Ayelet Hashachar, random walkers and runners all seemed to recognize Eli and all greeted him. I guess besides being a brand name in the mountain biking community he is also somewhat of a celebrity in the area.
We were warned of 300 meters climbing that really isn’t a lot over a 30 kilometer ride. Somehow all of the climbing parts were in on or two spots so they were surely felt.
We did have a couple mishaps. Ingride who is very gracefully modelling her new pink and turquoise 27.5 lust with SLX components, missed a tree branch that was sticking out and was rudely pushed off of her bike. I have to say it was one of the most elegant falls I have ever witnessed. She got a bit of attention from her chivalrous husband who iodized and bandaged her finger.
Yael seemed to be riding a bit slow which was explained by her tire losing air. At some point we were told that she has a puncture and Uri helped her fix it. Later on she had another puncture and once again it was fixed. This time the fixing and jiffa did the job and she could ride on all the way through Hulata, Yesod Hama'Ala and back to Gadot.
I tracked 33.8 kilometers with a 373 meters of climbing.
Even though half of our plans were cancelled, the mishaps and the ride not being too easy with the hot hours that we ran into it was yet another great ride to be written in the Cyclenix log.
There were quite a few requests for more rides up north led by Eli so we hope we can turn this into a more regular event. Thank you Eli for your offer to lead us on a ride in your area, for the choice of route, and above all else, a great biking experience for us all.
Participants: 25 which included Yoav who joined us for the first time. Welcome and we look forward to your riding with us again soon
Route: One of our more regular routes but considering the time of year relatively sand-free. For details see my GPS data (but note: this includes the extra distance from Kfar Saba back to Kfar Saba) on the following link: https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/2868555280
Ride Conditions: Early morning cloud cover helped to provide ideal riding conditions. A good pace, despite 25 riders, enabled us to end our ride before temperatures began to rise into the 30s.
Bottom Line: An enjoyable ride – great company! Shavua Tov to all.
28 of us gathered to ride into the blue yonder - no clouds, no wind - a perfect summer day. Christine (from Switzerland) joined us - good for her as she cycled to Raanana from Jaffa! And back again after our stop at Arcaffe. We hope you will join us again before going off to wheel around Ethiopia. Since Succhoth is a day away, there is the feeling of holiday all about - people enjoying the last of summer before (hopefully) winter sets in.
We went as far as the beach near to Udim (no swimming today) where we stopped for a break to see the sea and shmooze a bit. We covered around 36 km - well done to Yoavi (our youngest member by a looooong shot) for keeping up and doing so well in the sand.
Some rode home and others went to Arcaffe to refuel.
So, lets sing along with Cliff Richards and his Summer Holiday:
We're going on a summer cycle ride
No more working for an hour or two
Fun an laughter on our ride away
No more worries for me and you
For an hour or two.
We're going where the sun shines brightly
We're going where the sea is blue
We've been there before
And it's good for me and you
A ride in Ben Shemen does different things for different people
In some (like Tracy and Talia) it stimulates their excellent poetic talents!
So here’s in rhyme, how we spent the time - to share with one and all ...
This is a tale of a trail
With Cyclenixers galore
And the Ben Shemen forest
For them to explore
Up hill and down dale
Olives and hay by the bale
A view from a lookout
A mouthful of dust
What a thrill, such fun
Nothing better than the morning sun
A beautiful day for a ride
Until, woe betide
A wheel went poof
And the tube leaked jiffa and air
That was the proof
"A puncture" they shouted in dispare
To work they went
Half a hour was spent
A new tube was inserted
(Although at this point I deserted)
I am sure that with tenacity refined
Back on the bike they climbed.
-Tracy L. Amrani
Indeed, puncture repairedAnd now for a touch of reality:
Our numbers pared
And off we did pedal, continuing on yet another hill
And down the other side, what a thrill...
A final look out view,
Back to the parking lot we flew
Time for home made brew
And farewell till next week Cyclenix crew!
Participants: 13 where the ladies (represented only by Shosh and Ingride) were hopelessly outnumbered on this occasion, some being abroad, while at least one "couldn't get out of bed"!!
Route: See my GPS data on the following link: https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/2978917897
Riding Conditions: Weather hot but not oppressive and lots of cloud cover - mostly sand free and flat (except for the climb up to Bnei Zion at the end of the ride where we shed a few calories) Bottom Line: A pleasant ride, good company (as always), at a nice pace (enabled with fewer riders than our usual 20+) covering about 31 km.
I suggested that I'll write the report of the local ride for the next week however I was told not to be cheeky as they knew I won't be attending it. I'll be riding at Loire Valley in France.
We did only 25km with 16 participants riding on our usual route ups and downs with a lot of sand but not further than Telmond to survive the summer heat. Luckily the sun was mainly hiding behind clouds so it was bearable. For some of us it was more walking than riding. I must confess since I have the new bike and thanks to Michal's advice I managed to ride through most of the sand patches. I still have much to learn, but I have plenty of time to catch up. Only 10 of us ended up at Landwer's for refreshment /breakfast.
To sum it up, it was a pleasant ride with the usual good company.
Note: Images have been added to last weeks ride report, so click the > arrow to go back and see them.
This morning saw a nice turnout of nineteen people, which was impressive considering the high temperatures and humidity that had been forecasted. We decided to keep the ride short, cycling to Herzliya Pituach as we had done the week before, so that we could be back and in a coffee shop before it got too hot.
We took a break on a grassy ledge overlooking the coast, where Meryl extracted from her bag a delicious homemade banana and nut cake, in celebration of Michal’s birthday last week (mazal tov, Michal!). We sang happy birthday, and then joked about how so many of Michal's belongings had Giant on them that prospective suiters must find it quite daunting (or something to that effect). Three female riders took a dip in the sea with riding apparel intact, which meant that unlike the rest of us they had a cool ride home.
There were a couple of unpleasant incidents. Leo suddenly discovered he had more puncture than wheel, so despite various inner-tube donations, he eventually told us to leave him by the beach, where hopefully his wife came to pick him up. Another rider was knocked off his bike by a car door opening, a harsh reminder of how careful we must be when cycling in urban areas, and the reason that we prefer the dust and dirt of the countryside.
Luckily, he was not hurt. We ended the ride at Arcaffe, where Chagit and Yossi taught us some words in Israeli sign language, with a couple of them evoking a myriad of giggles. I also learned about the beautiful annual Cape Argus bike ride in South Africa where, at a certain point, participants are 'greeted' by a troop of baboons looking for tasty treats.
All in all, it was a pleasant ride of 25kms in the usual August furnace, with good company and lots of laughs. And now, I'm ready for winter!
Not much to report. We'd traversed all the paths on previous rides. 24 riders. Very hot and humid. 31 kms.
One observation: I and three others "got lost" because the rule of when one gets to a fork in the route the someone should always wait to see that the rider behind knows which route to take. Breakfast at ArcCafe.
August 6th 1983, just 38 years after the bombing of Hiroshima I made my grand entrance into the world! The youngest of three, I enjoyed a typical 80's Jewish South African childhood. I had a lovely protected childhood without any worries about reality? in 1992 my world crashed! We were told that we would be making Aliyah!! So, on Erev Pesach 1992 we arrived in Israel at my grandmother's house in Afula Ilit. I cried for about two weeks straight.
According to my mother I refused to say a word in Hebrew for three months till I could speak fluently and I have never stopped talking since. It was quite a culture shock coming from a private Jewish school where there was about one black child to a public school in Afula Ilit where we were only three white kids in the class. Questions like "did you live in a jungle?" or "do you know Michael Jackson?" were a regular routine. We lived in Afula for two years and I went to a religious school at that time. We then moved to Pardesiya, closer to Netanya where my father worked.
At this stage I gave my mother an ultimatum: "Either you send me to a secular school or I am not going to school anymore!" My mother knowing that I was always a strong willed person, and, also having shared the experience of being In a religious school against your will, sent me to a secular school. From leaving South Africa till now I was lost and in the wrong surroundings and this is where it all changed. I had great friends, whom I am still friends with till this day (borderline family) and at this stage I could also understand that my parent's decision to make Aliyah, was the best thing they could have done for me. From here it was all pretty much "by the book" finish middle school and high school and off to the army. I guess that the structures of school and the army are what kept me going by any book? whoever knows me, knows that I am anything but "by the book". I worked in a nursery school, and then moved on to working in a glasses shop (optician) where I started to find my path.
In 2005 my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and being the only child living at home I took it upon myself to go with her to doctors and treatments. It made my relationship with her flourish and become stronger than ever. She survived to hear the words cancer free but she was never really a healthy person, so we had many other doctor appointments to go to for the next few years. While my mother lived through pain and different problems I started doing my bachelor's degree in optometry. In 2010 I bought myself a? sticker? bike and started riding around Pardesiya. Once to twice a week about 4-8 kilometers was my routine. It gave me a release from studying and all the doctors' appointments at that time. In 2012, once again, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. This time it had spread. Though the doctors made us feel optimistic the cancer had other plans and within about three months from the diagnosis, my mother passed away.
In Tel Mond where I now lived on my own I couldn?t find a routine. At that point, Yvette who was my customer then, insisted I join Cyclenix for a ride. At a time when I was most in need, I found a family! Then and now I am constantly asked why I don?t ride with people my age. While I always give answers that one's brain can comprehend, it is mainly because Cyclenix for me is my "cheers".
Cheers theme song lyrics:
"Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
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