Well, this is the last ride report that will be published this year! For those who preferred to ride an easier ride and nearer home, 8 of us met at our usual meeting place. It was great to see Merrill back with us after her successful knee surgery, and to enjoy the company her and Megan after too long as absence.
We headed off towards Rishpon, travelling along Weitzman and taking the route via Lev HaPark. At the Rishpon level crossing we headed North along the Eastern side of the Tel Aviv - Haifa railway line stopping after about300 metres to render "first aid" to a fellow biker who needed an inner tube with a French valve. Thank goodness for Merrill's presence as she had what was required. A quick exchange of a few words between our group and the group with "the puncture" and we were off heading North. The construction of Road 531 is taking its toll of many of the paths that we used to ride. The latest casualty is the disappearance of the lovely small eucalyptus grove just to the South of the Shfayim railway siding. Boo hoo!
From there we made our way towards Yaqum and followed a route that we have traversed often in the past.
The weather was perfect., not too hot and on one or two occasions even a few drops of rain. The avacados have made their appearance much to Merrill's and Megan's delight.
Our breakfast stop was at Landwers where we met up with Stuart and his new "Rolls Royce" of a bike... the top of the line Specialised. All I can say is "WOW!...what a bike." We wish him many hours of happy and safe riding. Breakfast, was, as usual, great, and having satisfied our thirst and hunger we headed for home.
Another very 30km+ ride with a bunch of happy people had come to an end. See you all next year and I wish you all a very happy, healthy and prosperous New Year.
Starting at Bat-Shlomo, a village established back in 1889, we headed down the slippery slope to Nachal Daliah for a well-photographed crossing of its
mighty waters. We proceeded along Nachal Menashe and then started to climb, eventually reaching the highest point of the ride, Ramot Menashe, a relative newcomer to the scene from just 1948. While passing beneath the high-flying (and quite new) bridge of Kvish 6 we encountered a fast-moving group of cross-country bike racers led by an even faster motorbike. Now fast really means fast, a bit like mother duck and her little brood of ducklings, but on steroids. There were several other groups of racers in the area, meaning that the more leisurely-inclined (see below), such as ourselves, were kept busy staying out of harm's way. Then back under another of the bridges along Kvish 6 and a fun downhill to a field of vines laden with sweet, purple grapes; regrettably, those who like their grapes chilled did not get satisfaction. Past another field of brightly-colored but unavailable pomegranates, then along Nachal Taninim all the way to Amikam, founded in 1950 by refugees from China (I didn't know that, did you?). Somewhat disappointing not to see any crocs or gators in this eponymous stream, but perhaps not unexpected since there did not appear to be any water there either. The next stage was uphill to Har Horshan, followed by a fast descent down the weathered rocky slopes of its south-western flank, and back to our starting point, with a short steep climb for the finale. Some of us gathered at a nearby cafe for a little late-morning refreshment.
A fine ride in ideal weather, led, as always, by the Fearless Leader. Ride distance was 22 km, with 300 m climbed (so it really wasn't so leisurely), and an average speed of 11 km/hr.
A most excellent Shana Tova to everybody (today's participants - some regular, some long lost but now found - may identify themselves in the photos), and see you back on your wheels next year.
Ok, so I've been asked to do the ride write-up this week. This is the first time I've done this and I know
that you all of you will go easy on me as I am names and locations challenged.
This week we started with 20 brave riders. Most rides start by riding west but this time our fearless leader David took us east along Ahuza. After about 1Km we turned south and stayed in that direction for quite a while. We went through neighborhoods I have never been before, so it was very enjoyable. We crossed road 4 and continued to the Yarkon river at which time we headed east. It was nice to ride along the river and through the bamboo tunnels. At the concrete house, there was a large group of bikers and so we took a quick break. Several from our group knew some of the other riders so it was a nice time to reconnect. At road 5 our group split up, 10 continued east and the rest of us riding south under road 5. We rode by the Baptist Village and I was asked to give a short tour though the property, which I gladly did. If anyone missed it and would like to come for a visit, just let me know. Continuing our ride, we made a loop coming back to road 5 and road 6 intersection. We made our way north to Hod Hasharon where we stopped for our most important part of the morning, our coffee break. Afterward, we pretty much split up into three groups and went our separate ways home, with three of us making it back to the morning starting point. It was a great ride and even better company.
I do have to say that on the ride home I really need to watch out for those dangerous poles on the sidewalks, they jump out and attack you. After one grabbing my handlebars and knocking me to the ground, I was able to protect the bike from the ground with my body shielding it from any damage. I always try to keep my priorities straight and save the bike from any injuries. All is well.
The Tzuba ride is a formidable challenge and with the advancing years it has become for me a chance to prove "I can still do it". The night before is therefore one of convincing myself that all will be well. One major factor in this ride is the weather and throughout the week David and I followed developments and to our good fortune the weather was as good as one can get for early Sept.
So when we 13 riders set off I was thankful that the weather issue was resolved and now it was up to my body. To make things worse David had chosen the southern route for the ascent which is the harder way to climb to Tzuba from the Martyrs' Forest. Add to that the fact that this ride commences immediately with an uphill without a warm-up ride. Having said all that... how did we (me included) fare with the cards stacked up. Brilliant, courageous, piece of cake, difficult, awesome, wow, legs killing me, give me air, will it ever end, just a little rest, walk a little, dodge the oncoming down-hill maniacs, what a view, smell the pines, no giving up, Tzuba in sight, we're at the top. What, no more climbing. Just some comments I heard on the way up reflecting many sentiments associated with the ascent.
And now for the down- hill. The precarious descent from Tzuba to Ein Limor followed by a dip for some in the pool. With some saddles lowered we continued the rapid way home over rocks and stones, humps and gravel shifting, arms shuddering with the bouncing forks, asses in the air at times jolted out of the saddle and with a rush we are back at the cars calling out well deserved superlatives about this ride. Undoubtedly a favourite of many which we will continue to ride (legs willing) in the years to come. David's Navigation continues to prove trustworthy and for details go to the gallery.
Thanks to David for inspiration , leadership and the statistical data. Lastly a mention about the other groups and individual riders one encounters on these rides. We are a community sharing amazing resources for common enjoyment. We need to work together to protect this environment and to respect it with taking it for granted. Various organizations are involved in protecting these resources so find them and support them. Call me if you need further info... Ted 0523520000
Ride Report - Sat. Sept. 6th, 2014 - The Tzuba Ride - By Stuart Ballan
Oh, it's SO good to be posting about "just" cycling again. Yesterday, in the hills near Jerusalem, at 7:30am, we started with a steep, long 11km climb. By the 3km mark, (Still not knowing I had 8km to go), I was humming one of my favorite Alex Hepburn songs, and with a smile. At 5km, I was singing it out loud with a frown. By 8km, I swore to delete it from my iPhone. At 10km, I just swore. Listen for yourself at ...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5qTeP94rac
Anyway, it was literally all downhill from there ... Some remarkable descents; one so steep that we had to lower the bike seats, to move the centre of gravity backwards (anagram of "don't want to fall over the handlebars onto very rocky surface"). I will remember the longest downhill, over a not too friendly surface, as the first time I (unintentionally) got airborne, and somehow managed to land on 2 wheels and "laugh it off" (gulp). With the sprint for the finishing line (car park!) recording 41kph for a 1km stretch, these 4 hours of cycling in weather that was kinder to us than need be (some clouds, rather than constant, burning sun) will be remembered as "the best fun one can have with clothes on".
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.
Over time was involved in a variety of sports :
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