19 of us set off from our meeting point towards Hod Hasharon, where we joined the 531 - the part that is still under construction. The route shows the devastation that the building of the road has wrought - but considering the traffic problems, there seems to be no other choice. But all is not bleak - we saw some lovely greenery along the way. We joined our familiar route along Bnei Tzion and onwards. All in all, we cycled around 31 km in unusual heat for spring.
Merrill was atop her brand new gleaming red bike (found with Stuart's aid) and rather unusually for her, cycled with great caution! She is getting used to the new dynamics and each time she got off, bumped her.... whatsit. So, some adjustments are needed...
It was a great cycle (despite the heat) and we refueled at Landver. Near the end of the ride Jose and Carla stopped to fix a puncture and were last seen in Uri's garden. Well, for those who haven't experienced Uri's garden and hospitality.... you are in for a treat.
Sadly, no song springs to mind, but since it is the 50th (or something like that) anniversary of the Sound of Music, here goes (to the tune of the Hills are Alive):
The Shfela is alive
with the sound of panting
with gasps that are heard
for many a mile
The paths fill my heart
with the sound of beating
my heart wants to sing
with every breath it has
Oh well, as I was the one who suggested a Tel Aviv ride, I suppose I'd better do the obligatory write-up.
Ten of us met at the back of the Ramat Gan stadium this morning, ready to roll. However someone, possibly me or David or Ingride made a comment on current politics, and so a verbal "exchange of views" ensued, loosely based; although on second thoughts, not so loosely based, on the recent political debate among the various parties, sans the two main rivals. In the end I suggested that we put "the cat among the pigeons" by asking Richard to moderate as he "had no real axe to grind". Naturally Richard was having none of that, so" it was all over, bar the shouting" as they say, and we got on with the original business of the day and set off.
We followed our regular route along the right bank of the Yarkon River until we arrived at the large lake in the middle of the park, and instead of continuing on, we detoured towards the " Sheva Tachanot" or Seven Mills These old flour mills on the banks of the Yarkon River are located within Yarkon Park (Gannei Yehoshua) in Tel Aviv. Until the late 1920s, some of them had worked for centuries. One can take a breather from bustling Tel Aviv to walk the landscaped paths with their views of the mills, and cross a gently flowing stream via a picturesque wooden bridge and the old dam that provided the water pressure that once operated the mills.
From there we followed the left bank of the river and on to the boardwalk along the seafront in Tel Aviv. We rode through Jaffa port an towards Bat Yam, but decided to turn back early, to look for a watering hole. We made a bee line for one of my favorite restaurants called "Puaa", which is situated in the Flea Market and found it open for business, which never seemed to be the case on previous TA rides. Five of the original ten decided to carry on to the parking lot in Ramat Gan, and the remaining ones enjoyed a good chat and refreshments. Then it was back to Ramat Gan Stadium. All told, I hope, a very pleasant and interesting morning.
Here comes the sun
19 of us gathered to set off on a route that took us to Rishpon, along the coast past Sidna Ali, through Herzliya Pituach, along the waterfront and the back through the fields and along the main Herzeliya Pituach drag to Tapuz in the Herzliya park - a total of some 35 km.
We started in the cool and clouds but soon... the sun peeped out. So, with apologies to the Beatles:
Here comes the sun (zoomy zoomy)
Here comes the sun, and we say
Participants: There was a nice turnout of about 18 people hoping to replenish their vitamin D.
Route (with a lot of help from David and Rafi's Pathfinder): Leaving Ra'anana near the Ra'ananim Mall;
continuing through the orchards of Batzra and the fields of Bnei Tzion and Harutzim; past the Kiryat
Shlomo Hospital going north; continuing east, north and then returning westwards till the railway line
south of Yakum; northwards on the eastern side of Yakum, turning slightly west and then north again
towards the Wingate Institute; from there turning south and crossing the Yakum footbridge over Route
2; continuing south until a refreshment stop at Si Espresso near Ga'ash; then south again and back over
Route 2 near Shefayim; through Rishpon and back into Ra'anana.
Distance: 33 KMs
Comments: It was quite an amazing ride - the weather was lovely and the route gorgeous, with very little mud or sand. It included one of my favorite singles, along the ledge overlooking the ravine in the Yakum Nature Reserve. Even the up-hills seemed less of an effort, although that may have been because someone was pushing me from behind.
Everyone was in good spirits and very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic in fact that they kept falling off their bikes. Adrian unfortunately fell twice, but that was probably because he was riding his (stunning) new Trek and wasn't used to it yet. Meryl took a nasty tumble and had to go home early as she was aching all over. I managed to fall down when we were all standing still, as I got my shoelace caught on the quick- release lever of my wheel.
Uri had a puncture that we weren't aware of, and so we unfortunately left him behind. But in the current era of mobile communication, it was a mistake easily remedied.
We encountered the usual hikers, dog walkers, horse riders, cyclists and jeep enthusiasts that are familiar on these rides. There were also some less common attractions - a circus tent in the middle of nowhere; a trance party down by the railway line; and a woman emerging out of the foliage in an animal-faced hat that made John feel like he was back in Africa. However, the main highlight was the stunning Black Iris up on the hill east of Yakum, which made David very glad that we hadn't come all that way for nothing.
It was lovely seeing Ingrid at Si Espresso, as she's missed a couple of rides due to a foot injury. Wishing her and Meryl speedy recoveries.
The reunion ride- after a month of not riding (excluding three crazy people who felt 1 degree weather is normal riding weather, we reunited at the Hadera train station.
21 riders decided to embrace the warm sun and amazing scenery. The repetitive question: "aren't you cold?" hinted to the morning chill but due to the lion king soundtrack that was stuck in my head from the drive to our meeting point, it was HAKUNA MATATA...
We started off at what seemed quite promising, into Hadera forrest with horses roaming the fields freely and all of us roaming the paths. After about 4 kilometres we were out of the woods physically but deep in the woods metaphorically. We reached road no.4 and could not find a way to where we intended on getting. Crossing roads, a few according to the law and some well not so much... we were now back on the western side of the road which lead us to Geulei Teman. We didn't let the uncertainty bring us down! That could be because we have our fierce leader and some other helpers and it is easier just following the pack in these situations. I mean what else can you really do?
Up a path and back down it, once here, once there and another time just for fun...
in the end David found a way... because when there is a will there's a way!
The ride was brought to a halt with Merrill yelling to tell us to stop. Frances is a bit behind with a puncture! So a bunch of our chivalrous men and Merrill rode back to save our damsel in distress! (I googled it and cannot change it to madam! Frances you are unwed for my ride report). In the mean while, the waiters enjoyed a snack, some small talk and our mixed feelings on the time and only 10 KM's done so far... but it wouldn't be a cyclenix ride without the constant excitement!
When they returned, we all continued pedalling, wondering, will we ever reach the promised land of Alexander River?
YEP! We made it! We got to the river! Whooshing quite fast through the paths, packed with people enjoying the sunny Shabbat we rode all the way to the beach! From far you could see Stuart, Matty and Merrill lifting their bikes in the air to show off how light they are or for the rest of us to open in song with the circle of life "Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba Sithi uhm ingonyama"
A too great of a photo op made me check how deep the water was. The water was quite cold with a strong stream but I conquered the island! Got wet all the way to my waist but it was worth it! Back on our bikes riding the sandy beach we really wanted to hurry up becauseit was getting late. The sandy paths, the wind and our appreciation for nature's beauty had other intentions for us.It took a little longer than planned. When we succeeded in getting away from the sand, the ride was smooth all the way back to our cars.,
Some went home, some had a nice breakfast at Aroma but all had fun today!
We did 28+ KM's according to my endomondo but most important got to ride our bikes and enjoy the sunny Shabbat!
Those who did not join today your absence was felt...
I personally did not have someone to sing the lion king songs with and go in the water with.
A shout out HAPPY BIRTHDAY! To Yvette!!
Well, after being gone for the last several weeks I was finally able to make it to a ride. There were 9 of us, a small group but a good group. Word of the day, avocado! Merrill started us on the ride, going "back word". Riding, I am directionally challanged, so I'm not sure exactly where we all went other than we were all on bikes and rode on trails. The weather stayed nice, a little cool at the begining but it did warm up as we continued the ride. Merrill did have a fall in the "bamboo tunnel" up north near Natanyya. She was not hurt and the bike was uninjured as well. Remember the important stuff! There was a lot of trees ripe with fruit, oranges, nectarines, and avocados. The ride was good with good company and conversations. We ended the ride with the ever important coffee. I look forward to seeing everyone back next Saturday. Have a great week.
19 of us gathered to set of on a chilly but sunny day - welcome to Jose, who originally hails from Costa Rica and now Hod HaSharon. I trust we will be seeing more of Jose....
We set off northwards, going through Beni Zion and eventually ending up near Tel Mond and Tel Yithak, from where we headed home. Since I never know exactly where I am... I can at least describe what we saw: lovely greenery (made me think of Tom Jones singing the Green green grass of home....), lakes of water with ducks paddling, the sun shining and avenues of trees. Not to forget the black 2014 Ferrari with equally smart-looking owner (spotted at our coffee stop at Ga'ash).
The route was lovely and picturesque (thanks to David) and we whizzed along in the cold, with Michal singing Daisy Daisy - so, with apologies to the original Daisy:
David, David, give us your answer do,
We're half crazy, don't know where to gooooo [to rhyme with do....]
Slow or fast or faster
You lead, we'll follow after
The path flies by as we
Ride our bicycles following you!
We covered around 35 km with a strong headwind on the way back. We had a break at Ga'ash where we refuelled and then rode the last way home.
|CLICK HERE for the photo album for this ride|
Post Script: Special thanks to Haim who looked after our bikes while we climbed up to the top of Tel Azeka to enjoy the magnificent view - David
Mud on your face, big disgrace! all of us laughing all over the place!
A bunch of laid back easy goers who didn't feel like a long drive and a hard ride, pitched up for a couple hours of fun! None of us had expectations for what was to happen...
To tell you the truth, I have no idea where we rode. I only know we went towards Tel Yitzhak, you can check my endomondo for the map.
All jolly riding through the fields some damp, some a bit muddy, we came across horses and goats and a $?#?1T load of mud!
Our ride came to a halt as we approached deep mud with a ditch on its side and a narrow muddy path that Merrill and I believed was possible to walk through slowly and steadily. The safe riders wanted to take the short detour through the field like the previous riders before us.
John on the other hand is special! He decided to go ahead before all with so little thought put into his action...
I don't think I have the words to describe these next few moments!
Stupid is as stupid does
one step, two step, three step, DUNK!
HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER, TAKE A PHOTO, "JOHN I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU"!
I don't think Mel Brooks could have written a scene as funny as this one, it took us a while to get over it and pull John out of the mud.
When I mentioned before "a $#1T load of mud"(ibid) John being the one who went for a mud slide slim dip will verify that the mud had a oh so slight smell of kak...
We all got through it as we planned and wanted to continue but was a bit harder now for John being a dipped flake. All for one and one for all, except one who wanted to continue but reluctantly came along with us to head home. Somewhere on the side of the orchids we found a hose to hose John and his bike down. I kind of had a sense that Ilan was enjoying the job a bit too much but on the other hand so was the crowd while continuously joking about the situation.
Now being mud free but "farting bubbles" (his term not mine) we continued our ride. Another stop for John to change his attire and feel a bit better, thanks to Merrill and her multiple layers who saved the day. Though after the amount of jokes she made, she needed the mitzvah.
Still farting bubbles, laughing and enjoying the ride we rode off to our favorite Landwer where Megan and Kim joined in for breakfast and more laughing (still at John).
We only did about 20 km's but where funniest 20 km's ever!
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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