Quite a crowd of us gathered on Saturday morning to venture out once more in the open areas, now that there is no longer the threat of nasty explosive objects dropping from the skies.... We set off and kept up a good pace to try and beat the heat. When I first started cycling (not with the group) I used to complain that I was "wilting" after only about 10 km. Well, I have improved since then, but I have to say, after our approximate 30 km, I was wilting. The heat and humidity - a dog day - took its toll.
So why Dog Day? It refers to the hot summer days of July and August and comes from the Romans who associated hot days with the star, Sirius (considered to be the "dog star"). Sirius is also the brightest star in the night sky and it is said it is a time when "the Sea boiled, the Wine turned sour, Dogs grew mad, and all other creatures became languid"!
Well, luckily for us, we At the end of our relatively fast ride, we enjoyed a welcome stop at Arcaffe. We enjoyed being on the track and under the trees and no longer on the tarred cycle paths. Thanks to David for leading us back!
Whilst Israel's friendly neighbour continues to fire rockets in our direction our weekly rides have been restricted to cycling in urban areas so as to be within easy reach of a shelter.
Despite it all, 18 riders presented themselves at the start and off we went, ably led by David, discovering lots of urban roads that we never knew existed. We also had an opportunity of see the progress of the new 531 highway presently under construction.
Lots of new huge manmade mountains of sand and huge trenches from which the sand had been dug was evidence of just how big this project is (and how many moles must have had to relocate!). Avraham, the adventurous one amongst us, who is always looking for a challenge took some great photos of the consstruction. Here's an extract from Avraham's e-mail under cover of which he sent the photos taken by him...
"After parting with you and some paciflora (passion fruit) picking, I turned back to reach you at Landwer's.Well done Avraham!!!
But then I saw these two beautiful artificial mountains (picture 174).
The temptation was too big and I climbed one of them and took pictures of the other one with 2 bikers on top of it..."
With Michal's promise of surprises for Saturday's ride it was no surprise that 17 of us turned up at the meeting point on Shabbat. Birthday packets were passed around by the "birthday girl" with a Cadbury's chocolate, nuts and cranberries. Happy birthday Michal, wishing you a wonderful year of good things, much fun and many cycling adventures! Warm wishes to both Barbara and David for a speedy recovery from their illnesses. Special wishes to Merrill who is having knee surgery shortly. Good luck and hurry back, we all miss you!! Welcome back to Megan, who has been absent for some time. Great to have you back.
We all started out with chocolate assisted energy up Ahuza Street and out onto the familiar path from Raanana Park to the railway lines by Rishpon, being lead by Uzi. Riding into Rishpon and taking a left turn we rode through well known paths through Kfar Shmaryahu, up and over the bridge crossing the coastal road and out into Hertzlia Pituach. The ride continued on, turning right into Nof Yam where we stopped for a view of the sea over the Sydney-Ali beach. Down past the minaret we carried on through Hertzalia Pituach, past the horse topiary bearing right on towards the Sharon Beach. Here we continued riding along the promenade, down to the beach front and into the marina. From here we rode onto the wave breaker where we stopped for pictures and snacks. Then it was back onto the bikes back through Hertzalia Pituach, over a new bridge not crossed before, back into Kfar Shmaryahu and out by the Hertzalia Park for well earned refreshments at Tapuz.
From here it was plain cycling back through Hertzlia, and past the IDC on our way back to Raanana.
All in all, a good urban ride of nearly 29 km's with great company as usual. Ladies, we're having a "girls night" this Thursday, Michal will post the details shortly. Hope to see you all then!
Today there were three of us - Anna, Hylton, and myself. Anna led us on what turned out to be another special city ride, whose route was Ra'anana -> Herzlia -> Ramat Hasharon -> Machane Glilot -> Herzlia -> Ra'anana. We made our way through parks and along cycle lanes, over bridges and across decks, finally stopping for refreshments at the lovely Tapuz coffee shop in Herzlia. It was a gentle and scenic 24 kilometers in cool morning air, but as none of us brought a camera you're just going to have to take our word for it!
I was concerned that nobody would turn up this morning, considering the security situation and the fact that the Cyclenix upper management is overseas for two weeks. But in the end there were seven of us (once Uri had popped home and back to get his bag). Uzi volunteered to navigate, promising to again stay in populated areas where it's safer. I must admit that he did sneak in one cross-country sprint at the beginning, but after that remained true to his word.
The route was a familiar one. Leaving Ra'anana near the park, we headed west across the fields and railway line into Rishpon. From there it was south through Kfar Shmariyahu, and west across Route 2 into Nof Yam. We passed the strangely named Sidney Ali mosque, and continued south through Herzlia Pituach to the beach. We whizzed down the ramp to the promenade (passing Dennis in the wrong direction), through the marina, and along the pier.
We stopped at the pier end long enough for Richard to fix my flat tire and Rafi to take more photos (so thank you both), and for all of us to compare missile-spotting experiences. There was some discussion about what to do if a siren caught us off shore, but Rafi explained that crouching under the solid concrete tide breakers along the sides of the pier would be protection enough.
Leaving the pier, we retraced our tracks back along the beach and up the ramp (our first time, Dennis's second). Then it was east through Herzlia Pituach and across the pedestrian bridge over Route 2. At the foot of the bridge was an elderly gentleman who stopped, stared, and exclaimed "My goodness, you're all as old as I am!"
We continued through the unfamiliar Herzlia Bet neighborhood, past the airport and the IDC College, and onto the Tapuz coffee shop in Herzlia, where four of us stopped for refreshments under the trees. From there it was home.
To summarize, Uzi did a great job. It was a beautiful ride of about 32 kilometers with no sirens, and with enough hills to make it pleasantly challenging. There were people out and about by the beach, but less than usual, which meant fewer obstacles. There was also, at some point, a story about a mosque that needed renovating (Sidney Ali?), but as I missed most of it I'll have to get all the details on the next ride.
Due to the situation and the fact the rockets are allowed to fall in open spaces and intercepted only over populated areas, we thought that the smart move would be a nice laid back ride on cycling paths in urban areas.
Some preferred a field ride but wisely, I think, were outvoted and our expert guide David led us from Ra'anana through Herzliya, along cycling paths I never knew existed. Full marks to the Herzliya Municipality which has constructed many such paths.
We cut through the Herzliya park (there seemed to be no lack of people there) and made our way down to the Herzliya Marina and then back home with a stop at Tapuzim (Herzliya) where Michal had her "compulsory" breakfast described by her as "yummy". Tapuzim, is set in a lovely wooded area, their service, food and location are excellent. If one is out for a Saturday morning breakfast it's a place that I can highly recommend.
Anna was the star of the ride, scoring two points... a puncture and a fall!!!!
We had nice, easy ride, with great company, lovely small talk and quite a few rude jokes... and oh yes... there were no Red Alerts! We could have ridden in the fields!
Participants: A 60/40 split of "Ten Brave Men [and Women] and True" (which included Stuart who, along with his sense of humour, made a welcome re-appearance after some absence) defied the anticipated weather conditions (sharav of up to 36 deg).
Route: The Google Earth image faithfully tracks our route from and back to Elishema - a total distance of 36 km, rounded off with a further1 km to the delightful Lula and Kova coffee shop.
Bottom Line: There is no such thing as a "Perfect Ride", but sometimes one comes close, and today's ride was one of them (from my perspective, anyway). We started the ride on time (7.02am to be exact), maintained a steady pace throughout, had our quota of calory-killing effort on the Nachshonim uphill, took enough (but not many and not lengthy) "ride-management" stops en route, were back at Elishema by a "sharav-beating" time of 10.15, added to which the variety of the route itself, a sand-free track, and above all else great company. Ira Gershwin's lyrics come to mind: "Who Could Ask For Anything More"!!
20 enthusiasts gathered for a perfect day of cycling - low grey clouds blotting out the strong sun and a pleasant breeze to spur us on. Well, the breeze turned into a headwind at times, but still it was welcome...
Gabi lead us on a circular route (with not too much sand) through Rishpon, bnei Tzion, Batzra and to Herzelia. All familiar routes that looked a tad different as we did them "backward". At Herzeliya we headed to the port where four of us chose to return not along the coast, but up through Herzeliya and the park home. Jerry aptly named us the Cyclenix Spinoff.... The rest went to the Herzliya Marina
We covered around 32 km with good company, as always. Shaul, whom we haven't seen in a long time also joined us today and we all wish him a belated 84th BIRTHDAY!!!!
With a few Cyclenix "corrections"...
Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside
I do like to be beside the sea!
I do like to pedal along the Prom, Prom, Prom!
Where the brass bands play:
So just let me be beside the seaside
I'll be beside myself with glee
And there's lots of cyclists beside,
I should like to be beside
Beside the seaside!
Beside the sea!
My Saturday ritual usually starts off with getting up at 5.30am, having a glass of iced coffee and then getting ready for my weekly bike ride, whether it be an "Away Ride" or a "Home Patch Ride". This Saturday was no different... it was to be another Home patch ride.
The important thing about these rides is not so much the locality of the ride, but getting on your bike and cycling with good friends and enjoying the company and the fresh air.
13 of us met at the starting point raring to go but, before we set off we found we had two punctured tyres to repair. This was accomplished in double quick time and off we rode, having decided that today would be a shorter normal ride because of the HOT WEATHER!
There were no surprises on the route. David led us along one or two "new" detours. We visited one of the best view sites in the Sharon coastal area ( the photos show it all) and as the weather started heating up, we headed for, what has become one of our favourite breakfast stops, LANDWERS, in the Industrial area of Ra'anana, and then home, another +/-24kms under our belt and no one the worse for wear, despite the weather!
Thanks to all of you who braved the heat and made this another happy 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.
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