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.
'Twas a warm and sunny start
Not a cloud in the sky
And off the Cyclenix did dart
Over 20 or so feeling spry
Heading off at good speed
A route leader decreed
Despite David going through a red
No traffic was ahead
And safely all did cross
And we continued to follow the boss
The routing was via Bazra
Through the fields with some hurrah
Passing Bnei Zion and Tel Itzhak
With plenty time for a hak and snack
As we lost one of the crew
And had to mount a rescue
Soon we were back in the saddle
Onwards we did traddle
A short stretch of single track
By Udim on our way back
And heading into Lev HaPark
Planning that for coffee we would disembark
Sadly plans went awry
As there was no coffee guy!
Thankfully Arcaffe had space
And put a smile on this cyclist’s face.
So till next week, it’s a cheers!
Cycle safe and be good to your gears :)
Participants: 21 which included Ada who (as far as I can recall) joined us for the first time. Welcome and we look forward to your riding with us again soon
Route: From the Four Seasons Park (Hod Hasharon) car park up Har Zevel, then down to the River, along its banks, on to Park Afek and back. For details of the route see to my GPS data on the following link: https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/2868555280
Ride Conditions: A 7.00 am start with a fair amount of early morning cloud cover and much of the ride on the shady banks of the Yarkon, resulted in relatively cool and comfortable riding on a firm track surface.
Of Special Mention: On reaching the northern end of Park Afek gate-keeper Moshe succumbed to Merrill's persistent pleas and "charm" to allow us to enter and take a breather some 50 meters inside the Park to relax and enjoy the beauty of the mini-lake and its surrounds (see photos). Well done Merrill!
Bottom Line: Another of Merrill's enjoyable routes in the Yarkon area, a good way to escape the worst of the heat, ideal riding conditions and great company.
A whopping number of 29 Cyclenixers pitched up for our weekly ride.
Yoavi joined with his brand new Bergamont bike, rocking his 27.5 inch wheels and a blue and orange XS aluminum frame. He got all the attention that he needed and we were off on our way. The beginning of the ride gave us all an illusion that we are going towards the Yarkon, but to our surprise we just took a detour on gravel paths instead of riding on pavements.
Out of Raanana towards Kfar Shmaryahu, where we tried to ride through a bushy narrow path. Frances stopped and I yelled to her very "gracefully" to move out of the way. Karma did the rest of the work since I found myself lying on my side in the bushes. Needless to say that all the witnesses enjoyed a good laugh.
We continued to ride to our beloved spot on the cliff of Arsuf. The security guard was thanked many times as always when he kindly opens the gate at our arrival. The view is the reason we stop there and it always recharges your mental battery. Rafi's nuts and other varieties of nosh are just an excuse to stay there a little longer. From here the group split up. John and a few others (aka the breakaway group) turned back towards Raanana due to the heat and feeling not on the strong side to continue for too long. The majority of the group continued the regular way coming back via Yakum, Bnei Zion then Bazra all the way to the Promised Land Landwer.
John, Dina, Yoavi and myself were already finishing our breakfast there to welcome the few Cyclenixers who decided to dine together. Surprisingly only about 8 people made it back to Landwer and it took them quite a long time to arrive with a relatively small difference between the different lengths that we did.
I was informed that this was due to chain problems and not because the breakaway could be perceived as any actual breakaway. Since I was one of the ditchers with John's breakaway group, I can only hope that they all made it back to their destinations safely.
The group did about 33 kilometers of peddling for this home patch ride.
History: Today's ride was a shorter version of a ride which we first did in 2011, and repeated 2 years later. That first ride was planned and led by Avi Tsabban, who at that time was one of our "regulars". On those rides we started from the Ir Yamim Sportech in Netanya South and covered around 38 km.
Today's Route: Our start point today was just west of the Laniado Hospital, thereby shortening the route by approximately 15 km. But the rest of the ride followed the original circular route - crossing under the Kvish Hahof, turning north through the western part of the picturesque Hefer Valley countryside and village settlements up to Nahal Alexander, then east along the river for approximately 3 km, then back southwards in the eastern part of the Valley, then back under the Kvish Hahof and (eventually) back to the cars.
Why "Eventually": Because before reaching the cars we made a surprise and very significant detour - to the home of Uri and Yael Nativ where we were treated to another end-of-ride gastronomic experience. Why "another"? Because on a ride we did in the Netanya area a few years ago Uri and Yael similarly "spoiled" us with their fine food and drink. A very big thank you to both for your wonderful hospitality. (Does this have the makings of a Cyclenix tradition??!!)
Bottom Line: 16 participants. An enjoyable, easy-going route. Ideal riding conditions. Great company. 2 punctures. 2 minor mechanical breakdowns. End-of-ride party. To quote Ira Gershwin: "Who Could Ask For Anything More"!!
The following is the link to my GPS details of the route:
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.
If you have any questions or want to get in touch for any reason, feel free to get in touch with David or John: