On a clear, cool morning we all set forth,
Twenty two members were counted.
We gazed towards the sunrise instead of the north,
and at 7:40 AM we had mounted.
We pedaled with force through the Givat Chen sand,
Towards the shining star of the Sharon,
We savored the dew on the glistening land,
As the glare from the bright sun shown.
Into the fields through the bamboo arches,
We rode in a steady line.
Reminiscent of the army that marches,
Avoiding the prickly vines.
The weather was perfect for this early ride,
And we continued at a leisurely pace.
So no matter how much I valiantly tried,
I couldn’t turn it into a race.
We made a short stop at the green lily ponds,
Though water there was scarce.
Then we rode back off through the feathery fronds.
No friggin’ rhyme for scarce.
Park Afek was our goal for the day,
From there we made our way back.
Feeling the heat along the way,
And the weight of the water in our packs.
Through Neve Yarak, Yarkona and Adanim,
To Café Café in the center of the city.
Refreshments and breakfast for the entire team,
Just hope you all enjoyed my ditty.
I went off to this ride at Hazorea not in the best condition, with a bit of a cold and sore throat, but I couldn't miss out this great ride. So I would like to apologize for holding you up and thanking your patient. (sic)
Special thanks for the others that kept riding with me in my speed and of course Tracy that led us on the right track and let David enjoy himself without worrying about directions.
14 of us started off at 8 am (Welcome back Arik, you still know how to ride!) on this very hot day, but the route was so beautiful through the forest above the kibbutz. Actually we didn't feel the heat as we were riding in the shade on tricky singles up and down. Only on the way down on the open field did we feel the heat. The elevation by some was 390m at others 470m. Take your pick. We did altogether 19 km but it was worth it. We finished up at Yankele's Coffee for refreshments next to the parking lot and I hope all of you enjoyed the lovely breeze and scenery.
Then we all went home tired and satisfied.
Today's ride is worth two titles:
"Hasharon Haadom", as we rode through carpets of poppy flowers that painted the fields RED. Nothing to be ashamed compared to "Hadarom Haadom" . The second title
"The Rally", (Yohi's initiative) as we sacrificed time and effort, going out of our trail, to sign a petition against the destruction of the Harutsim Nature Reserve by building an airfield. That would make the first title obsolete.
And in between the 18 lucky riders enjoyed a wonderful spring day interwoven with beautiful colors (mostly red, but not only), smells of blossoming citruses, birds and... stories. Yes, this is part of this social riding/gathering. While riding side by side you exchange stories, sayings, anecdotes, make a pause when passing a single or climbing breathless a steep hill, and continue afterwards. Michal described the Mud Day competition she and Megan participated in yesterday, Haim about his upcoming ride in southern Poland... some stories are confidential J.
Yes, and there was the path (as I report it from my Endomondo application), led by our best navigator, David, who knows the area as his own and Ingrid's palm.
We started northbound, past Kiryat Rasko, turned west along Har Hazevel and then through fields and orchards to Nachal Poleg and to west outskirts of Udim. There was our turning point back home, along Nahal Rishpon, Harucim Reserve, protest Signing point, Bnei Zion, Batsra, Landwer's, food and more stories. We stopped at countless points to enjoy the flowers, photograph each other taking pictures and climb electric poles. What a Day!
(Editors' Note: I saw at least 3 Cyclenixers with cameras out in todays pictures - well done. Could be a photo group as well as a cycle group. Check out the gallery for some great images, makes me very jealous - joe)
Due to very weird weather for Israel in March our away rides were constantly postponed. At some point the home patch rides just becomes a bit too much of a routine for some of us.
A different local ride was needed to give us a feeling that we had an away ride. The Netanya area was suggested to give us just a bit of different scenery in the Sharon and to let David relax and lower his guards in the leading department.
Two new comers joined to practice for their upcoming bike packing trips and the rest of us were all just "regulars". We headed off on a semi pavement semi off road route, part of it being on "Shvil Yisrael" alongside the sea heading south.
We all the way to Poleg to "Shmurat hawirusim" which was sadly as bare as old mother Hubbard's cupboard… we did take a small walk to try and find a couple irises and that is about all we found.
We continued through Shlulit Ha'horef Park and back towards the eastern side of Netanya. With a fun stop at the bicycle park and a few rounds on the pump track and BMX track we all had some fun.
From there the intentions were to go to Beit Yitzhak for coffee at one of the nicer coffee shop in the area... but they were closed.
I on the other hand chose to turn back with Yoavi so he would actually live to tell about the ride. Tal and Dafna chose to join us turning back to the cars. As we were about to drive away everyone pitched up from their coffee less adventure, to Yoavi excitement that after all he will dine with the gang!
The weather was great and it was a fun and easygoing ride. A nice change to the regular home patch ride that we are so used to. To all who would like to lead occasionally, especially on a different local ride and also away rides, just give a shout out to David and he will gladly take the day off...
The elements are a riders main considerations and none is more dreaded than the diabolical wind. Wind comes in all shapes and sizes as well as directions. Including Bise. A cold, dry wind from the north or northeast funneled over the Alps into southern France and Switzerland by pressure differences.
Among others: the Mistral; Bora; Brickfielder; Southerly Buster; Buran; Sirocco; etc., etc., as spoken by the King of Siam. And even in lowly indiscernible off beat obscure tiny Israel we have our Sharav (Khamseen).
So last Saturday in true spring fashion the wind obliged us to cancel our southbound ride at Ofakim (or Ofakher to those who feel discriminated by 'IM' and not ER) and instead we chose "David's Birthday Route". The idea was to enjoy riding against the wind by riding to the south first and returning to Ra'anana with the wind pushing us from behind.
I am careful to point out the the use of the words "wind" and "behind" have varying connotations, but one cannot ignore the fact that riding is linked to the posterior as we sit on saddles in order to pedal as standing up while riding would be quite a challenge. So my point is that even on non windy days wind is part of the riders lot and who knows better than me as I am always the last or to put it succinctly, behind the other riders.
Leaving the subject of wind behind (oops there I go again) we 15 or so set off in good spirits (wind and spirit are synonymous) and reached Herzeliya via the rear (oops again) of the airport where we rode along the cliff top in order to see the sea (Intended play on words). The waves were magnificent as were the wind kites. But the cliff ride southward to Sea and Sun required 1st gear effort as we rode straight into the wind almost akin to an upward hill climb (our experts suggested a 15 deg incline).
The return ride was literally a breeze (get it!) as the 35k/hr wind shoved us along. When it hit us at 90 deg we experienced a broadside (not to be confused with backside) sensation of being blown away (blown, wind, behind oy,oy oy). The mob reached Landver slightly "winded" but the Purim costumes of the diners and staff were an added bonus to a great socially tinted experience enhanced by the costumed appearance of Megan and Michal who joined us for breakfast... exclusive of Haman Tashen.
Phew, I'm breathless just by writing this drivel(Editors Note: and my fingers are cramped from fixing all the grammar errors). By the way this report is dedicated to John who just loves winds.
There were fifteen riders at the meeting point this morning, including special guest rider, Dennis. Spring was in the air, and it was high time to pay a visit to the beautiful rare Black Irises. Because I never know where I am, below is the route that certain members of the group dictated to me, with their comments in parenthesis.
We set off along Weizman, turning left towards Herzlia and then North out of Ra'anana ('with a heavy heart because we love Ra'anana) into the fields and towards Herzlia airport. ('The route was clockwise but why do you need to write the route, we know where we were!'). We cycled north along the railway line until we reached the Euro Park area of Yakum. From there we rode slightly east of Yakum ('in fact, east west east west to avoid the puddles') and climbed a steep hill to admire the Black Irises. We rode back through the Udim nature reserve with its beautiful ravine ('that is man-made and thousands of years old'), and from there continued east past Tel Itzhak ('where they print Ha'Aretz'). From Tel Itzhak we rode south through Batzra, and back into Ra'anana.
We ended the ride at the Landver coffee shop, and the puns started flying. I don't know whether it was the beer or just good coffee, but everyone was in top form.
The ride was unusual in that it was a combination of a leisurely pace with plenty of flower stops on the one hand, and then two tough uphills and one very steep downhill single on the other hand. David promised us the Black Irises, and unlike 'The Castle' by Franz Kafka, we did actually get to see tens of them and in all their glory. We also stumbled up some other floral gems, including what looked like miniature wild tulips. What we unfortunately did not get to experience (although we were extremely close) was my favorite place in the world, Ikea.
It was a great ride of about 34 kilometers with very little mud, no punctures, good company and lots of laughs.
Only 9 Cyclenixers pitched up on this heavenly morning. It was definitely heavenly as the heavens decided to descend upon us. No one could miss the mist (or the puns) smothering the horizon. In fact it was even visible on the hair of my arms. The temperature was low but my optimism of the sun coming up wasn't far from an Annie song away.
We haven't been such a small group in quite some time. I'm not sure if it was because of previous experiences from this area, the hours' drive or Yom hamishpacha celebrations but it made the ride smoother in the singles.
I was warned that many cyclenixers do not like the Be'eri ride because of its technicality and the massive amount of riders during this season. I made sure that Anat, my friend and leader for the day, knew exactly what we want and don't want out of this ride. She assured me that we will enjoy a nice tranquil ride around the area and will not encounter the masses or technical parts.
After a short introduction we headed off into the mist...
The kalaniot (Anemone coronaria) which are the main reason to come to Be'eri this time of year, were all closed and waiting for the warm sun, just like us on our bikes. Unlike the flowers we couldn't wait and had to ride on hoping the cycling will warm us up.
Ingride had to ride without her glasses since she couldn't see through them with them misting up. On the other hand she couldn't see much without them so it was a lose-lose situation... especially for David who had to hear about his promises of a sunny day.
The route was described as a mish mash of the area and indeed was so. We did parts of different singles, stopped for many photos, visited a few historical sites and heard explanations. It seemed that the history knowledge of the members of the group was quite extensive. I think it is because for some of the members it isn't necessarily history but memory lane... we discovered that Dinas uncle was a major in the Australian New Zealand army corps (Anzac). We visited the monument and got to see the view of Gaza for those who could figure out which way to look.
The sun by this time had come out to defrost us all. The flowers opened up welcoming us, Ingride had her glasses on and the day was just perfect.
The ride was exactly what we had ordered and Anat delivered 100%.
The cyclenixers who were hesitant about riding Be'eri got to create a good memory for next year when Be'eri is suggested.
At the end the day indeed was heavenly with no puns intended! We will definitely be going back to Be'eri and also will be in touch with Anat to lead us again since she did such an amazing job and seemed to tolerate us doing so.
We rode 22.5 kilometers of our mish mash and afterwards most went home but David, Ingride, Ted and Dina had a double date at the entrance to Ashdod
17 riders pitched up on this blessed morn to pedal around the Sharon area.
John's presence and shenanigans were missed so Yoavi reinforced the juvenile department, but unlike John, Yoavi attracts positive attention.
It was nice to see Ted, Dina and Ilan who seem to have been MIA lately.
The route that David had in plan was with full intentions to avoid the mud left from this week's rain. So we headed off up Ahuza towards Herzelia with intentions of a marina ride.
The temperature at the beginning of the ride was 8 degrees and we were all warmly dressed. As the time and kilometers went by our heart rate and the temperature climbed.
the layers started to come off with the regular stripping jokes. The route surprisingly included more off road than I expected but we love the fields so there were no complaints. We encountered very little mud and though it seemed to be quite a threat to the rest of the ride it turned out to be nothing serious.
As we continued, those without mud guards, enjoyed the mud ricocheting to their faces.
In my attempts to help Yoavi keep his strength and in avoidance of a puddle he fell off his bike. He survived to tell the story and sucked up the pain though he was a bit startled. He continued like the champ he is!
We covered 28 kilometers of the sunny warm Sharon area and dined at Arcaffe for a change where john joined us.
20-something of us set off for what became quite a long ride on a lovely sunny winter's day.
We covered lots of ground without too much mud and even got to see the sea.
As we warmed up, clothes came off - but we heeded the words of Joe Cocker... you can keep your hat on...
We made sure to keep on the cycle path through the reserve and came back via the slow uphill at Bnei Zion. Along the way the usually quiet road was very busy with families enjoying the sunshine and red dots of the kalaniot.
Some made their way home while others stopped for refueling at Landwer... safe trip home to Michael - enjoy being with the family. Oh, only one fall and no punctures.... this and the sun and nature... what more can you ask for?
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.
If you have any questions or want to get in touch for any reason, feel free to get in touch with David or John: