7.am saw 14 "raring-to-go" Cyclenixers at our regular starting point in what was, for this time of the year, an above average hot day. Our ever-faithful pathfinder, David, led us over paths that we have travelled many times So as far as the scenery is concerned, there's nothing really to report, except that on the approach to Kibbutz Yaqum, the cotton fields on both sides of the track are blooming.
The new section of the 531 highway is progressing at a reasonably fast rate. That's a plus for motorists but a minus for nature lovers as many of the paths along which we used to ride are now part of history.
There was only one minor injury on the ride, Barbara’s arm, and that was ably attended to by "Dr" Rafi.
The "Piece de Resistance" of the ride was our "breakfast stop" at the home of Uri, whose wife Etti provided us with excellent, healthy and tasty fare. Thank you Etti from all of us who had the good fortune to be there.
What better way can there be than to start the day with a 29km bike ride in Nature, with great company and finishing off with a feast at the Sa'ar residence?
Twenty two gathered to brave the sunshine to complete a good ride of just over 30 kms. While the main cats were away (David, John and Ted), Rafi kept us under control..... with a team of leaders - Meir, Merrill and Anna. We rode on familiar routes lengthened a bit by a quick sighting of the sea at Poleg. I didn't realise the beach was so close.. but since most of the time I don't really know where I am, it is not surprising!
On the way back we lost part of the crowd - but they found their way home as all roads lead to Lanndwer. Not everybody stopped for breakfast - 6 of us stopped at Arcaffe, while others continued home to Kfar Saba and Hod Hasharon to beat the heat. It was Haim's actual birthday today - so Mazal Tov to Haim. We actually started the day with a tot of his Lemon liquer. That certainly got the blood pumping....
Thanks to Rafi and co. for a lovely ride to start the day.
|התכנסנו 20 רוכבים לרכיבה מקומית ומיוחדת. כאשר משימת ההובלה הוטלה על סשה ומטרתה הייתה להוביל את טור הרוכבים כך, שבערך בשעה 9:00 נגיע אל "התפוז" שבפארק הרצליה, שם חיכתה משפחתו של חיים עם שולחן ערוך לחגיגת יום הולדתו ה-70.
מייד בהתכנסות התברר שטליה הגיע עם אופניים מפונצ'רים. אורי סער בעקשנות אופיינית נחלץ לעזרתה למרות שאנחנו החלטנו בכל זאת לצאת לדרך. וכך יצאנו 18 רוכבים בהובלתו המסורה של סשה שאגב תירגל את המסלול הזה יומיים קודם לכן. עניין יום ההולדת היה כל כך "סודי", שחוץ מחיים גם חלק מהרוכבים לא ידעו למה ממהרים ומשתדלים לא לאחר. לא עזר לנו, אחרנו. אבל המשפחה החוגגת לא נכנעה וההפתעה הייתה מושלמת.
בדרך היו לנו כמה תקלות לא נעימות. בטיפוס הרגלי על גשר הסינמה-סיטי יוכי הסתחררה ונאלצה לשבת ולהשיב את רוחה, ולי אבד הטלפון לא רחוק משם בעקבות קפיצה גדולה עם האופניים. מייד חזרתי על עקבותי, וכשהיגעתי למקום שבו חשבתי שאיבדתי את הטלפון – התקשר אלי מאיר גלבלום על מנת לברר את סיבת העיכוב. ואז שמעתי את צלצול הטלפון שלי מבין הקוצים. וכך ניצלנו אני והטלפון וגם יוכי שהספיקה בינתיים קצת להתאושש. כך הגענו בשלום ל"תפוז" שם פגשנו גם את צמד הרוכבים טליה ואורי, ומשימת "יומולדת" נשלמה בהצלחה.
את סיום הרכיבה המוצלחת בהנהגתו של סשה חגגנו ב"ארקפה" רעננה.
Eighteen (a lucky number) brave souls met at our usual meeting place for our weekly Cyclenix get-together. To those of us who had just returned from Holland it took a few minutes to get used to riding our own bikes after the Dutch Town bikes that we had got used to, and it was also quite a change riding without our rain gear! Why were we 18 brave souls??? Because the weather was MORE than hot!
The first decision that was made was to make it a shorter ride. In the absence of our trusty leader David (who is biking with Ingride in France) Uzi was appointed to lead the ride, and a splendid job he did to, guiding us along a route with not too much sand and few uphills. Thank you Uzi! Our route took us West along Weitzman Street and then North along Kfar Nachman Street to the foot of famous Ra’anana Rubbish dump which we never even made an effort to ascend. We continued North making our way to the Moshav Bnei Tzion and then onto Yaqum. From there we crossed the bridge over the Coastal road and headed South towards Ra’anana, stopping at ArcCafe for our usual breakfast stop where we were joined by Anna who slept in too late to make it to the start!!!
Even though the weather was hot, hot, hot, it was a pleasant ride and as usual the company was great. Distance covered. 30kms.
August brings with it the heat waves and impossibility of doing any real away rides. It also
brings the travels for many of the group's riders, but most importantly it brings my birthday!
The first group of Cyclenixers were abroad pedalling along in the pouring rain in Holland. It seemed that not too many would show up for a hot and sticky day in august, but we were about 20+ riders. Surprisingly the weather was quite bearable, especially in comparison to the days prior to it.
We started at Lola and Kuba parking lot in Hod Hasharon where my bike was waiting with a balloon that Yoavi got me for my birthday. The route was a regular one of ours, the Yarkon ride just without the boring part of getting there and back from and to Ra'anana.
The plus side to it as that it has some shade thanks to the bamboo area and it isn't a hard ride. We all rode along happily through it till we reached the famous water crossing. At this spot where we usually take a detour around it we decided to cross through it. As usual watching other courageous riders make poor attempts to ride through it first, while evaluating the situation. I decide to be the first one to try my luck with the wrong speed, wrong gear and wrong choice of where to ride through it. I failed just as miserably as the previous riders. Then Ted tried his luck, or more like his smarts. At such ease with all of us waiting filming and cheering him on, he did it! With no problem what so ever! Perfect on the spot a "douze points"!
We continued much less in the shade heading back to Hod Hasharon. Somewhere on the way, Merrill our trusty leader for the ride, made a booboo and missed a turn. Frances and I took the more mature option and did not make any jokes about it... at least to her face. I'm sure that some others who will not be named had a moment of somewhat childish joy in it.
Kudos to Merrill for leading the ride and actually staying with the whole group and making sure that we were all present. We all know that that was not a simple task to demand from you. ;-)
We all arrived back to Hod Hasharon to enjoy a wonderful breakfast stop at Sydelles house. I knew about the little breakfast and even requested David's famous cheese cake but Sydelle being Sydelle took the food to a different level.
David was making sure Ted and Dina find the place when I blew out my candles and everyone sang happy birthday to me... while he missed out on the show he heard it all the way outside to the entrance of the road and felt the birthday vibe.
We video chatted our touring Cyclenixers in the land of cheese and weed for a couple minutes that I dont really think anyone of the sides could hear or understand what was going on. Blame it on the excitement, the weed, gay parade, the noise, bad connection or faulty hearing aid the moment was still special.
We did 26+ kilometres which were pointless when we all gobbled up the infamous cheese cake but I choose to believe we had a fun day.
I personally would like to thank all who took part and especially to those for preparing things for a delightful day.
14 of us gathered to brave the unusually hot weather and were ably led by David - along the coast to benefit from whatever cool breeze decided to blow. However, we had to curb his enthusiasm to return via the Yarkon and add more kms in what was becoming hot weather!
So (nearly) in the words of Cliff Richard:
We're all going on a summer cycle trip
No more lazing for and hour or two
Fun and laughter on our cycle trip
No worries for me or you
For and hour or two
We finished off at Arc Caffe after a ride of around 30 kms - the barging contingent were missed, but some pictures show that they are having a fine time.
This morning at 7am, twenty-four people met in the parking lot in Ra'anana for a local ride. It was a nice turnout, with people chatting excitedly about their various upcoming cycling trips overseas.
The route was a familiar one - along Weizman Street, past the cemetery and out of Ra'anana, then North in parallel to the railway line, across the bridge over Route 553, and onto Udim. From Udim we turned back, riding south through Yakum and Bnei Tzion into Ra'anana.
It felt like we were riding a fruit trail, as we passed miniature watermelons, passiflora, tangerines, avocados and possibly others. The watermelons had been abandoned, so Michal kindly schlepped one for about five kilometers, until we sat and ate it in the shade.
There were no casualties but one puncture, which unfortunately was mine. There was a bit of sand here and there, but nothing serious. There were plenty of trees for people and bikes to climb. We covered a good 33 kilometers, definitely earning our coffee stop (David's words) at Landver in Ra'anana.
To summarize, it was an enjoyable ride in great company. Thanks to the gallant gentlemen who helped me fix the puncture. To those travelling overseas, have amazing trips!
This ride has been on the Cyclenix's "to do" list since late December.
Tracy volunteered to lead us on the route and assured David that it can be done any time of the year. For numerous reasons it was postponed again and again till today. 21 Cyclenixers pitched up at the entrance to Hazorea for the challenge. With the warning that it is a bit hilly it caused a bit of doubt whether to come, but after a bit of convincing the majority bit the bullet. Merrill threatened my life stating that if the ride is too hard she will kill me. The challenge did bring out some of our occasional riders, who we were glad to have join us.
Being a KKL route it is well marked and is barely technical. Just like Tracy promised it is very user friendly and was shady for the most of it. It seemed like everyone was scared of the dreaded uphill's but when the time came we all did it at our own pace and afterwards there seemed to be approval that it wasn't too bad.
In the first single I went ahead to get into a position to take photos and after getting some nice shots I was told that Uzi had fallen and returned back to the car. I spoke to him and he is feeling fine but will get checked up to be on the safe side. Today I mark the first time I climbed a tree since I fell and broke my collarbone. I was saving it for my upcoming birthday but could not resist with the amazing trees the route had to offer.
I don't know if it was the climb or the different route but I felt carefree today. I found myself singing on a couple occasions.
Whether I was yodelling "The lonely goatherd" or singing "El Hamaayan", I didn't care much about the sun blazing up above or the ascent of the ride. I was focused on getting to the water spring!
The 4X4/road paths were mainly uphill, the singles were nice and flowing but with dusty sand that made you be aware of your speed. The end part leading to the blessed fountain of youth on the other hand brought down the spirit of some of our riders. The real challenge of the day was the open space and desert feeling with the sun giving no mercy on us.
The hope for a water spring was fading away making me think that it is an illusion just like a mirage.
We arrived at the Promised Land! We found the fountain of youth! I don't think anyone skipped the option of at least wetting their neck and face to cool down a bit.
Some of us being more daring stripped... our shoes off and went for a full dip! The stream of water, coming from Nahal Hashofet, was crystal clear and just cold enough to enjoy it.
It rejuvenated us all!
We were all freshened up and ready to get back on our bikes to go back to our cars. All together we covered 22 kilometres with about 500 meters of climbing.
Some of us then continued to Aroma for breakfast while others went home to rest. I would like to thank Tracy for taking the lead on this ride and being an excellent guide.
P.S. I am glad to announce that Merrill has made it public knowledge that I will live for another ride.
In the aftermath of that orgy of festivities yesterday to mark David's birthday I had some serious reflections about the behavior of my fellow riders, and I include myself and Dina in this ridiculous and poorly chosen opportunity to wine and dine.
David certainly did not want any of this nonsense and would have been quite happy to retire to his home and whip up a curry (or something else that one fests on for such occasions) to mark just another day in one's life. It's not that he turned 120 and one cannot really be certain that what he claims is true. None of us were given a chance to see his birth certificate (and even those are often forgeries) .
So behind all this lies a conspiracy that has now become obvious. Those who put this process into motion had only one motive - gluttony and a chance to imbibe the ambrosia or whatever comes to hand. I am appalled at the notion that we took advantage of David who, in his predictable appeasing manner, went along with the charade without even blinking an eyelid, It's in his nature to humor people and the last thing he would do is disappoint his fans who, unlike David, were only too willing to use this questionable event for their own nefarious and selfish ends. On the other hand I recall David standing and looking very pleased on the cliff top and knowing his high intelligence I was sure he knew what was coming down the tube. We thought we fooled him with the route (he hates going to the marina as he rides it daily)and when so many ayes chirped up to sanction the route he wasn't fooled for a bit! The act of Hylton's dramatic refusal to "tapuz" it…..well the orchestrated chorus of "to Landwer" was too obvious but still he has us fooled that we had one over him. And the final act of betrayal was personal. I actually believed he fell for my story that I needed his input for the brake pump. Tongue in cheek he rode alongside without blinking an eyelid. An Oscar performance. And he played it to the end. He hates vegs and fruit and cheeses and quiches and deserts and when we offered Coke and ice to him he downed it as though it was Ambrosia. Boy, were we fooled. What a let down by a dear friend . an absolute betrayal.
As I drove off in the TR4 with my so called friend beside me he offered a smug look of complete satisfaction. Even "M" of James Bond fame could not have pulled off a plot of such perfidy.
And in closing I want you all to know that I have already started to work on a plot to outwit him for his 120th. On the other hand running about serving him drinks from my wheelchair is hardly motivating so maybe I'll give it a miss. And knowing David hell ride up on his bike while I'm in the wheelchair so even more motivation to forget the whole charade. There is a limit!
If you have any questions or want to get in touch for any reason, feel free to get in touch with David or John: