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!
The rains have stopped (for the time being) and a sunny, cool and windless day welcomed 19 of us to our usual meeting place. Whatever our determined leader had planned was not to be, because, the road building works going on in our area have drastically altered in one way or another the usual paths taken by us in this area and on more than one occasion we had to turn back because of mud, or new canals filled with rainwater or simply piles of sand that blocked the way.
The highlight of our ride was the magnificient view from the top of the cliffs overlooking the sea at Arsuf
We had a lot of fun and although we cut the "UDIM" section off our usual route, because of the riding back and forth due to man-made and nature-made obstructions we did end up covering well over 30kms.
After a long absence we returned to an old "watering hole", the Si Service Station at Gaash for a welcome breakfast stop and then made our way back home.
I am certain that all enjoyed the ride and am equally certain that everyone's bike was in need of a good cleaning.
The day started with an SMS from our David (today he was "Lazy David") to inform me that he'd give the wind a miss and sleep in. How wise he was! I looked out the window, saw the swaying trees and the wet roads and seriously thought about following our David's example. However, foolhardiness persuaded me to get dressed and face the consequences. Six of us, Dina, Talia, Chaim, Uri, Ted and yours truly met at the windy starting point and, on Ted's wise advice, decided to ride to the Herzliya and avoid off-road routs which were sure to be muddy.
The first 100 metres told me that I should have stayed in bed. A strong head wind tried to stop us riding West along along Ahuza but we battled on, Dina in the lead on her feather light new bike and me in the rear cursing the wind!!!! Anyway, the other weather conditions were great... not too hot, sunny and clear skies.
We rode through the Herzliya Park and on the way discovered a rain-made lake, complete with ducks (see photo) that had not been there a few days previously
We eventually made it to the Marina, to find that the pier along which we usually ride had been closed off (Read the notice in the pics from today) The photos of the sea will show you just how windy it was! Lots of crazy surfers were out taking advantage of waves rarely seen in the Mediterranean and there were also some crazies on surfboards being towed by giant kites!
As we changed direction and headed for home the enjoyment level of the ride rose considerably as we were now being pushed home by that same terrible head wind that was now a friendly tail wind! Whew! What a pleasure!
The six of us made a breatfast stop at Tapuzim, Herzliya where the food and service was great and having satisfies our thirsts and hunger we headed for home.
Another 27 kms (shorter than usual) under our belts in very good company, was behind us!
The annual Kinneret Ride took place and some of us were there. Report coming soon hopefully, meanwhile, here are some images from the ride.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true,
I'm all crazy all for the love of you,
It won't be a stylish marriage;
I can't afford a carriage,
But you look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made with full carbon fiber frame / dual suspension / full XTR / tubeless tires / Fox shocks / disc brakes etc. etc.
(This modern version of the classic song updated by Shimanus Rockshox in honour of Sasha's birthday today)
'Twas 7.30 in the morning when the group of approximately fourteen Cyclenix Flying Foxes congregated in our hallowed assembly ground in Raanana. Ably led by our birthday boy, under the eagle eye of Big John and with our ever caring Ted as sweeper, we roared up the hill to the park, crossed the road and hit the dirt track on our way to Rishpon. Unfortunately, in our absence, the road works authority had inconsiderately continued constructing the highway with the result that we were forced to clamber through a series of deep muddy ditches before reaching the railway line.
Undaunted by this obstacle course, we arrived at the railroad crossing and continued northwards parallel to the tracks. The previous sunny days had not succeeded in drying up all the muddy patches and there were a few along the way which we easily managed to bypass. Our Frances, being an adventurous and enterprising soul (not like the rest of us fuddie - duddies!) was particularly attracted to a long watery one and decided to try her hand at mud larking. Unfortunately, waterlogged clayey soil can be a formidable opponent and a short time after ploughing into the puddle, she quickly and literally became a real stick in the mud. Our Council of Cycling Sages (John and Ted) came to her rescue: helped extricate her and after lengthy and deep deliberations, solved her bike's mechanical problems.
Apart from a muddy culvert to cross, the rest of the way was uneventful. There, the more enterprising ones among us got their feet wet while we chicken hearts preferred to climb up and walk on the railway bridge - taking care to stay on the right side of the tracks!
November is a great month for off - road. The weather is still moderate and balmy and the rains have dampened, tamped down and made passable many sandy stretches that were only walkable a month or two previously. Even mud patches are still small enough to circumvent. In the cool morning air with the sun warming your back, it is impossible not to feel the joy of being alive and feeling blessed and grateful for the privileged experience of enjoying nature whilst riding in good company.
Crossing over eastwards over a railway bridge, our group transversed citrus and persimmon orchards and climbed up a hill, passing an educational institution and a petrol station along the way. Briefly stopping at the top under twin mobile phone towers for a short breather and to collect the stragglers, we admired the vista and also managed to get a short dose of micro wave radiation. From then on, there was a series of lovely sweeping down hills on dirt tracks mostly running between hothouses. We continued until a kilometer or two behind the Sharon prison, forgoing the privilege of visiting a politician sitting there. Turning southwards, the tarred road to Bnei Zion was long and monotonous and soon thankfully gave way to the final stretch through the orchards on a sandy track that terminated close behind the Renanin Mall. It was but a short hop to Café Landwehr where a small group of us willfully wended our way (kindly note the intentional use of alliteration!) for breakfast, coffee, socializing and schmoozing; a pleasing and appropriate ending to a most pleasant morning's ride! Once more, thanks to Sasha for leading us and to Ted for always being there to make sure that nobody got lost.
A time of new and renewal is reflected in today's ride. A couple of riders arrived with new (second-hand purchased) bikes namely Dina and Yochi who displayed their new "steeds" and Talya, on her borrowed Stumpjumper. It really was a "something new and something borrowed" kind of ride. But it was also a renewal ride as we renewed our previous encounters with John's favorite terrain... MUD! David was hell bent to ride the Yarkon so we all followed in earnest. John, feeling off colour , took off even before we hit brown mud. With more delay we roamed suburban Hod Hasharon in search of the path to the holy grail of mud!. Regrettably we did locate the trail and already at the outset it was there as an omen which we ignored!!!!!!!!!!BEWARE! MUD UP AHEAD as small patches came into view. Talya's bike breakdowns only helped to stall the inevitable encounter with the dreaded mud and as we finally hit the Yarkon trail it was everywhere and gathering momentum. David at some point was heard to call it a MUD-HIM ride. MUD I know but who is HIM? Mudhim it was, as we retreated back to dry ground of HH only to meet up with another obstacle. The seasonal Hikers of Hod Hasharon event was on, with the local myriads out for a stroll, whom David did manage to quickly circumvent. To appease the masses he led us uphill to the lofty heights of the former HH rubbish tip, now a great lookout point. We reached the top for a magnificent view of a perfect Autumn day. The mud, now forgotten, was replaced by oohs and ahs and a memorial photo was shot to mark the historic return to the lofty point. Yes, another renewal after a decade and a reminder that it's worth mounting more often. At some point on our return home, Yona took the reins and steered us to a new watering hole in HH. The gallery photos tell the story but unless you look for it, there's little mud to be seen! Did I dream a dream or was it a Mudhim ride in fact? Talya won the prize of most muddied rider "hands down". Or should I say "feet up". Going by the state of her shoes it was the latter.
A wonderful ride as usual with moments of drama and amazing weather. If you think this is muddy just think... we have three months of rain up ahead! Rumour has it that David is plotting another Yarkon winter ride so don't rush to clean your bikes just yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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