This 06:30 thing really has to stop! Can't wait for autumn!
12 of us leaderless riders set off like chickens running around without their heads...
who will lead? Well we dumped the gig on Rafi, who ditched early "because when the wife calls you don't ignore" or at least that's what we were fed... :)
We decided to stick to bike paths and fairly sand less terrain.
On the 531 road toward Herzliya, continuing south within the city...
surprisingly the weather wasn't too bad, at least at the beginning.
After crossing the bridge at cinema city our substitute leader passed over the reign to...
well I don't think an official leader was really appointed at this part but more like a group of united individuals working together in a mutual attempt to make it home safe and sound.
Except for Ted deciding on Tapuz as our breakfast stop! Granted the idea was logical with the route of our ride but there was not one participator who actually would have yay-ed the option if given a chance. But we did not blame Ted for any bad service due to the pattern that the restaurant has well established, we all expected it.
I can't recall Hylton ever getting what he ordered in the past so today was relatively a success when he did get his coffee and mentioned it to be good. The croissant on the other hand was not ordered so we can't complain about it not arriving... we are still waiting to hear when they will have croissants.
I neglected to mention that Yochi and Anna cut away from the group somewhere before Tapuz. I can only guess that they had to hurry home or were trying to beat the heat because there is no other logical reasoning to ditching such a fun bunch for breakfast :)
We all continued to ride back to Raanana through the back roads of Herzliya to avoid the steep climb up to Yerushalayim. John and I stopped for a quick photo op while Ted had a bit of a puncture but all was good.
John definitely misses Ingride! And we can only put at fault her absence to him BSing us about quitting riding with the group come the New Year... actually it's John, so BS is his main game...
We did about 30 km's and survived to tell the story... see ya next week!
The early start and hot weather didn't seem to put off many riders this week.
All together, a head count of 14 was taken and new rider Irit was welcomed.
As our faithful leader David was cycling together with Ingride in France this week, we were well led by Rafi.
We headed northwards out towards the industrial area and turning south up the hill of Weizman and north again towards Kfar Nachman. Here we rode on towards the cemetery and on to the same track taken the week before. A slight detour and the route was varied slightly .We were soon lifting our bikes up a muddy hill and onto a mud packed trail which was broken up from time to time with little hills of mud and more bike carrying. This led us out by some of the massive construction of the 531. While several riders helped Ilan with an airless tire, the trail just ridden was aptly named by Ted as Rafi's trail.
From here we went on over the train tracks of Rishpon, turning left and going southwards we then turned west and entered into Kfar Shmiryahu along a well ridden route. Over the bridge and off on to Nof Yam we turned left and up past SidniAli beach and the mosque there, Down the hill we managed to find a little breeze and from there we were on autopilot on a direct route through Hertzaliya Pituach, heading home again to Raanana and Landwer's where we were the first customers of the day! The breakfast was as good as ever and we were happy to be joined by Megan and Dan ,John's daughter and grandson.
It was a pleasant and uneventful ride with good company as usual. We managed to get in around 23 km of bike riding and successfully avoided the heat of the day.
19 of us gathered to brave the heat for an approximately 24 km foray along a few sandy paths and harder surfaces. We went up Weizman street and then along a different path to the right of the cemetry and eventually making our way south to the Herzeliya park where we enjoyed the views of the park and made our way to Landwer for a very welcome pit stop.
Michal had a birthday this week and arrived raring to go on her spanking new Giant - Liv Lust. So, she was heard humming Living on the Edge while trying to stay upright in the sandy bits. Cleats is a new thing for her and it was reminscent of Merrill when she first started riding with cleats - yes, toppling over.... Luckily she toppled into soft sand, so it wasn't too bad.
At Landwer, we ate and drank and sang lustily to Michal. So, with apologies to Aerosmith:
There's somethin' wrong with Michal today I do know what it is...
Something's wrong with her bike
She's seein' things in a different way
Its must be the LUST LIV
It shore ain't no surprise
she's Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge
Determined to beat the heat we have moved our starting time forward to 6:30am and 14 (I think) of us were at the starting point on time. But, before we started we'd already lost the race!!! It was already hot and humid!
Welcome back to Richard, looking and hearty, after his recent shoulder surgery.
We followed the path that we've ridden many times through Bazra, Bnei Tzion and Yakum to Udim and from there headed for Landwers to recover! On the way to Yaqum we came across a field of watermelons and one in particular was winking at Michal. Michal couldn't resist! In no time she whipped out her handy McGiver knife and it wasn't long before we were all tucking into a sweet, red, red juicy watermelon. Thank you Michal.
The rest of the ride was, apart from the heat and extra bits of sand here and there, uneventful. We all enjoyed the +/- 30 km. ride and arrived tired and happy at one of our favourite "water holes" Landwers, where we are always assured of good food and great service.
Hope to see you all next Saturday.
14 of us decided that nothing will keep us from our weekly routine!
It was a relatively small turn out today; it seems that the hot weather kept some riders at home.
We started off with what would seem like technical miss haps to be... pumping up tires and adjusting seats, but thankfully none of them developed throughout the ride. What used to be a backwards ride has lately become the norm. Up Weizmann towards the cemetery and into the fields...
shortly we were out of the fields and onto quiet roads and bike paths for the majority of our ride.
The group was pleasantly chit chatty but quieter than usual. I have a feeling that Johns absence contributed to the quiet... especially from Ingrid... ;-)
Through kfar shmaryahu, to apolonia for the view, where at this point, John sent a warm drunken hello from Holland to all.
We stayed constantly with the view of the sea, from sea level alongside the beach and from high up above on the cliffs with the breathtaking views.
It wasn't too late but some were scared the heat will get unbearable and turned home on their own. Reaching the marina, Uri showed us a little spot of heaven, where one can just sit with a cold drink and gaze into the endless water and yachts. Heat being our main challenge, we quickly continued.
David treated Ingride and me to a quick stop to take a dip in the sea!! OMG!! The water was amazing! At a perfect temperature, no waves and not a jellyfish in sight it was a pure paradisiac! Knowing that everyone was waiting for us we didn't indulge for too long... out of the water, all gathered upon our bikes to continue on our voyage.
Planning to shortly leave Herzelia, another few cut away from the group leaving us at a total of 8 riders. On our regular path out of Herzelia, Haim wasn't feeling well and Uri stayed with him to ride slowly while the six of us continued to Raanana.
It was only 10:30 when we got to Yerushalayim/Ahuza and at this point I continued to my car, Meir went home as well, leaving a whopping number of 4 for the refreshment stop at Arcaffe.
We did approximately 32 km's in all and had a great time. Haim we hope you feel better so you can enjoy next week's ride.
|Participants:||15 including newcomer Stuart who joined us for the first time. Welcome and we look forward to your riding with us again in the future|
|Route:||Our usual Nahal Alexander ride is from Burgata to the coast and back. However at Ted's suggestion we reversed the route. The result: instead of ending the ride "overheated" as we would have done at this time of year, we were able to enjoy a fresh breeze off the sea for much of the way back to the beach (and that's as good as it gets at 31°C). Good thinking Ted!|
|Description:||An easy 29 km ride, scenic and varied (the photo gallery speaks for itself) and sand-free|
|Bottom Line:||Enjoyable and relaxing, excellent company (when is it not!!), rounded off with a visit to the Kfar Vitkin shopping mall for coffee et al...|
Thirteen riders started off from the Ramat Gan Stadium and we wound our way through the park and on to the tayelet in Tel Aviv which mercifully, wasn't too crowded.
Following the bike lane along the Tel Aviv promenade we went into Jaffa port, past the old abandoned Dolphinarium and on through old Jaffa towards Bat Yam.
By this time it was getting really hot and sticky so we turned back towards Jaffa and the Clock Tower and one of our regular watering holes where everyone refreshed themselves.
I left the group after coffee and my usual croissant and wound my way back home as we were meeting kids and grandkids for a picnic. The rest of the group returned to the start at the stadium.
All in all, nothing too strenuous, but nevertheless interesting and a little different.
Yesterday, 19 of us started from our usual spot opposite Yad L'Banim, Ra'anana.
We had short delay thanks to my encounter with the police... well, it was my mistake to cross on a red light, even though the street was empty.
This time Karla joined us after an absence of 2 months, she knew it was going to be hard to be back in the saddle but the sooner the better!
We took road 531 and rode for few KMs until we reached a dead-end and were not able to cross. Ted tried to find a way but in vain, so we detoured to the known sandy patch entry that lead us to Rhispon and continue all the way to the Europark at Yaqum.
In the middle, we had a small break to recover a little bit... Ted was constantly pushing us in a race against the hottest hours of the day, but the temperature was increasing rapidly and we lost the race in the last hour. On our way back to our deserved breakfast at Landwer, Yochi got a puncture around Benei Tzion, the "Jifa" in her tire was not sufficient to stop the leak and it was necessary to replace the inner tube.
David and myself assisted her, with Talia's closely monitoring, her aim being to learn how to do it, while Ted encouraged her to learn from practicing next time :) We finally had our coffee stop and enjoyed nice talk and everybody went back home.
Total ride distance was around 36 km.
Autumn- like weather greeted the 14-15 riders at the start point at Ein Carmel by the Banana Plantation. We met there exactly to the day last year but this year the Bananas offered less protection as they were almost bare to those who dared to bare their private parts prior to setting off southwards.
After a delayed start we set off southwards in perfect conditions with a cooling SW breeze in our faces. The pace was leisurely as we reached the ancient pumice water storage cisterns where I gave a short dissertation on sex and other matters. We passed the beautiful pampered cemetery of Ein Carmel (yes, some are beautiful) where a dear friend lies and whenever I pass the point I think how unlucky she was to succumb so young and how lucky we are to be well enough to be riding.
We weaved our way thru Ein Ayalas' hot -houses and scampered down and up the drainage canal to finally reach Habonim. We visited the Crusader ruins for yet another short explanation on the history of the place and off we went towards Dor along the partly lime stone trail. By then Dina and her bike had stopped squeaking. After a short exploratory visit to the beach front gate we decided we don't pay on Sat and rode off to the Kibbutz Nachsonim's entrance where we sneaked past the front unmanned barrier where we were denied entrance last year.
A brief visit to Rothscild's glass factory, now a museum, preceded our arrival at our favourtite cove beach front. Ingride tested the water but found it unbearably cold so we gave up on the swimming idea. Michal would have jumped in but we accepted Ingride's recommendation. Strangely, last year on the same day the water was perfect.
A brief breakfast stop by the waters was followed by the ascent up to the ruins of Dor. We Oohed and Aahhed at the spectacular views and yet another informal explanation on the history of the site. We rode along the sea front in partial sandy spots as Aldo took a couple of falls in thick sand. We pedaled across several minor coves to finally reach the car park near the Habonim railway crossing. Few remember that this is the crossing where twenty years ago some twenty school kids were killed when their school bus crossed the rails just as train roared down the tracks. It was the beginning of a national plan to improve rail crossings but it took several more tragedies before the plan was finally executed.
Above us parachutes slowly made their way earthwards but that was not all that fell from the heavens. We felt slight cooling drizzle for almost twenty minutes just prior to us reaching the Airstrip at Habonim with its recently rebuilt Paras terminal. We stopped there for breakfast and gawked at the Paras gracefully landing while breakfast was served. We visited the Terminal and admired the architecture and museum pieces. We were so relaxed that it took some effort to get us back on the bikes. The temp had by now risen but cloud cover helped as we crossed the bridge at Atlit for the final assault to the car park.
What a ride, what a group, what a day. Thanks David for the ultimate ride.
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: