A nice sunny day, but not to hot, greeted the 11 riders who met at our usual starting point. One of those riders was Ariel, who we haven't see for some time. Welcome back! Ariel was asked to lead us on a "different" ride and he did this extremely well.
We started off riding West along Ahuza Street and when we reached the intersection of Ahuza and Yerushalaim our numbers grew by one when Talia joined us. We rode through Lev HaPark and on through Rishpon where we crossed the Coastal Road and made our way towards the coast turning South towards the Herzliya Marina and then along the coastline. Heading for Ramat Hasharon we crossed the Coastal Road once again and Ariel showed us areas of Ramat Hasharon that we hadn't experienced before. I am ashamed to say that for the first time ever on a ride, on our way towards the areas of Ramat Hasharon that were new to us I stopped to take a few photos and "lost" the group!!! After a few calls back and forth I persuaded the group to carry on with out me and I made my way back to Ra'anana.
Anyway, all's well that ends well. I did meet up with the others at Arcafe in Ra'anana where we made our "breakfast stop. We had a great ride, saw some lovely views, experienced a wee bit of sand now and then (not too bad, see the photos) and everyone enjoyed themselves (including me!). Thank you Ariel for a great ride
Well, first of all, before I begin to describe our ride I have to say what a pleasant surprise we had to see Dennis Rappaport at the starting point. Welcome back after a too long an absence. Look after your knees and take it easy. It was great having you with us and I hope we will see you often in the future. Beverley (Frances' friend also returned after a long absence and it was good seeing Felix again. Hope to see you all regularly in the future.
And now, the ride! First of all, we started at the Hadera Railway station and travelled South through the Hadera forest and then east to Road 4. From there, we travelled South through Geulei Teiman to Nahal Alexander riding along its banks right down to the mouth of the river and the beach. At one of the bridges that crosses the Alexander we stopped to watch a couple of coypus swimming in the water, one even climbed out onto the bank to visit a duck!
At the beach some of the riders cooled off by taking a dip in the Mediterranean, Megan, even surfed. All good things come to an end and the swimmers dried of (partially) and we started our return trip, this time, via Mihmoret, through Ein Hayam and Givat Olga and the over the foot bridge that traverses the coastal road and back to the station.Until we hit the coast we enountered more then a wee bit of sand which had some of us pushing our bikes instead of riding them! If we had thought that the sand was a bit excessive during the first part of the ride, I can assure you that on the return trip it was worse!
But, we all made it back to the Station and I think that despite the sand and the heat, we all enjoyed the 27 kilometre ride. We will do this ride again in the winter and then , hopefully, it will be a case of "welcome back" to the mud and a cooler ride.
Thank you David for planning the ride and so ably leading us. You're a star!
15 of us gathered at Yad Labanim with a couple of new faces in the group. Welcome and do join us again!
We set off on one of our regular routes with very few sandy patches and enjoyed a 27 km ride with only one mishap - a puncture for Avraham. We refuelled at our our Ga'ash stop and, despite the predictions, it wasn't too hot as we had some wind to help us a long.
Avi and David were in constant contact - Avi wanted to hook up with us, and eventually did, after he had ridden 35 km in a round-about route to get to us. It reminded me of David Bowie's Space Oddity: Ground control (David) to Major Tom (Avi).... What is even more appropriate: Take your protein pills and put your helmet on. Now that is advice that we can all take.
It is the end of the Passiflora season - so it was slim picking for our regular long-fingered friends.
In the early hours of Saturday 15 of us were ready next to the Tzomet Ra'anana Trampiada for a new adventure near the Palmachim Beach lead by David.
At 7 am after we parked our cars at the beach we started to ride towards the unknown.
Shortly we turned off the paved road and entered a firing zone, as was pointed out by Megan, but that really didn't bother us. We just carried on riding with a bit of sand here and there towards Yavne's lovely bike route and almost ended us up on the route to Jerusalem - as remarked by some locals we met on the way. So we turned around after some discussions and checking the map to find our way to the Soreq River, whatever's left of it, while Megan was taking pictures of us. We even managed to do a dry crossing on a stone bridge. On the other side of the river we had a short break to refuel ourselves with snacks, fruit, nuts and water. What we didn't know was that sand dunes were awaiting us along the road so even the better and stronger of us has to push the bike.
Altogether we rode and pushed 27 km.
It was most rewarding to plunge into the sea after the ride though only four of us took to the water.
Perhaps we should try this route again during the winter or spring.
15 of us gathered at Yad Labanim to enjoy a local ride along a familiar route. The usual suspects tried to liberate as many Passiflora as they could, although Frederic has hung up his filching gloves and joined the more respectable majority!!
We stopped to take in the view over the sea - quite a popular spot with other cyclists too. We sweltered along happily until I got a puncture (ably repaired by Ted and David). After that it was refueling time (although some went off early to beat the heat) at our favourite spot at Ga'ash. Along the way we saw some happy golfers and a horse or two. All other wildlife took Noel Coward's advice:
In tropical climes there are certain times of day When all the citizens retire, to tear their clothes off and perspire. It's one of those rules that the biggest fools obey, Because the sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultry-violet ray --
... Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Before I begin the write-up of this weeks ride, let me take this opportunity to offer our condolences to the families of the cyclists who were killed and best wishes for a speedy recovery to those that were injured on Saturday morning. Unfortunately, all the safety measures in the world can not protect us from irresponsible drivers.
Fourteen of us set off at 7 AM from Elishema for a familiar, yet very pleasant ride along the Yarkon and Southeast towards Rosh Ha'ayin. When we reached our first water crossing, Ingride made her usual splash and some really rude people laughed at her plight. Frances and Anna were so intimidated, they scooted off looking for a drier place to cross and got lost - or at least got separated from the pack. They managed to find their way to Einat and met up with us at the gas station for coffee. Errol, a road biker friend from Hod Hasharon, joined us for coffee before making his way back to the pavement. David, returned to ride with Cyclenix after a "short" break in cycling - WELCOME!
Hylton stopped in the middle of the path along the way, almost causing a huge collision and when we finished uttering a few words that sailors would blush saying, we rode on. We then found out that Hylton's abrupt stop was because he found a cellphone in the path, which turned out to be David's!!!! Great luck for David and kudos to Hylton for his sharp vision.
The weather was overcast, so the sun was not too strong and there was a nice headwind cooling us down along the way. We chose to return on the shortest route possible in order to avoid the oncoming heat of the day. We passed through one sewage smelling waterway on the way back, got our feet wet, but made no splashes. The ride was 31 kms of easy riding and quite pleasant with some shaded paths along the way.
Upon arriving back at the cars, some members of the group were surprised to see a pair of naked legs protruding from under Frances' car - I guess some people just never grow up!
Participants: 8 then 9 (when Shaul suddenly and briefly appeared out of the blue) then back to 8 (when Shaul suddenly disappeared back into the blue)
then 9 again (when after a little telecommunication co-ordination Avi
Route: From Ra'anana north via Bnei Zion up to Udim and back via a refreshment stop at Ga'ash. A classic route with a couple of variations. Total distance 34 km
Bottom Line: Nice pace throughout - sufficient to keep a breeze on our faces and the calories burning. Good Company as always
And then there were 12
11 of us gathered in the already hot morning air at Yad Labanim to set off towards the sea on one of our familiar routes. We arrived at the lookout over the blue ocean without too many sandy patches. And in the tranquil surroundings, up popped Avi, making us 12. It transpires that he had already been cycling around the countryside and came to join us to extend his trip a bit.
We split up - some heading off for a welcome cold coffee while a few went on to burn some more in the heat. We covered about 28 km in weather that tested even the best of us. I think this poem sums up our spirit of braving the heat (and the rain of winter) :
Whether the weather be fine
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not
There's really not much to write about. 13 (a lucky number) of us met at our usual meeting spot in Ra'anana. The weather was hot, but not too hot and we set of on a route we have ridden many times. It's not the route that makes the ride. It's the "being together with nice people" that's the all-impotant thing about our rides. We rode through the Ra'anana Industrial area and on to Bazra turning North at the entrance to Bnei Tzion. We made our way to Udim and then headed back to the SI Gas Station just passed Gaash, which seems to have become on of our favourite stops. It's never too crowded and the food and service is good. Thereafter it was back to Ra'anana. We were home not too late and I think we all enjoyed another 30 kilometres of being together doing our favourite thing!
|Ben Shemen Forest - 16th July, 2011|
(The gallery photo in today's ride of four Roller blading lassies is no mistake. One reason for its inclusion is that they are on wheels (rollers?) and furthermore they resemble several of our fairer-sex members.)
Over a decade ago when we first rode in Ben Shemen Forest we would park our cars
anywhere on a Sat morning at 7AM. Now it's a different story. They come in droves and often resemble an army of ancient warriors with their protective riding gear and face guards. They sweat and pant as they occupy almost every path and single track and push each other to perform faster and closer to the edge. What a revolution has taken place in such a short time. The array of bike types abound as each rider male or female seeks to be a "one off".
Individualism is almost a religion with unlike gear and sundry equipment prerequisite. And today we almost ran into a horse rider or was it he into us? The place is one of several off road riding Meccas which is why we also went there today. The hills and winding paths, the tree cover and the vast array of trail options and it's location contribute to its reputation and we can all say after a great ride that Ben Shemen is indeed worthy of its reputation.
Our ride today, GPS plotted and led by David, was quite different to past B.S. rides although some of us had ridden on some of the sections before. David and Ingride's daughter Simoma who has not ridden in ages needed to get into stride but once she got herself on track there was no stopping her. She had great support from her friend Or, a competent rider and she was all smiles by the end of the ride as were all 17 of us who were lucky to be there today on a comparatively cool and overcast summer day.
We enjoyed at least two scenic points and had our share of up-hills but it was as perfect a day as could be in one of our favourite riding spots (despite Eli's near miss). Special thanks to David and a special mention to Sharon for the most improved rider.
[For David's GPS data go to: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/99440134 ]
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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