This is a short report about a very long ride of 48 kilometers from Ra'anana and back. We started with 23 people and ended with 8, the late-comers and non-riders meeting us half-way or at the end for coffee, and the early-goers making their own way home. The route took us out of Ra'anana, down to the Herzliya Marina, past the Mandarin Hotel and onto Tel Baruch. From there we continued along the Shvil Israel promenade, past Reading and into the old port. Turning back, we rode east along the banks of the Yarkon river, past Ramat Ha'Hayal and into Hod Hashron, where the few "survivors" stopped for a very nice breakfast at Café Café before returning home.
It started out as an easy ride, mainly on pavements and bicycle lanes, but the last leg along the river proved tougher, albeit very cool and shady. It was perfect weather, which meant that both Herzliya beach and Shvil Israel were bustling with people on legs and wheels. There were four new riders recruited by Meir (welcome, gentlemen), three toilet stops (the joys of civilization), two near-punctures (averted by gunge in tires) and one fearless leader (nice to have you both back, David!). Outside Max Brenner, someone thought David said he was treating us all to chocolate, but David quickly dismissed this baseless rumor.
To conclude, it was yet another enjoyable and challenging ride, with interesting conversation and lots of laughs.
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Nineteen members of the Cyclenix Family met at 7am at our usual "home patch ride" launching site. The weather was ideal for cycling.
First of all, we were all delighted to have Abraham back with us looking as good as new after his recent hip replacement. His photographs and constant smiling face always enhance our rides. :) It was also good to welcome, once again, Israel Brief who added an international flavor to the group.
In the absence of our trusty leader David, Meir once again led the way and as always, he did a fine job showing us a few new paths on the way.
Our route more or less took us through Batzra, part of Bnei Tzion, the Yaqum Nature reserve, Udim and onto the shores of the Green Beach in Poleg, where a couple of the riders downed a cold beer, while the rest looked on at the activities on the beach, in the air and in the sea, before wending our way back to Ra'anana where some of the group made another stop (for breakfast) at one of our favourite "watering holes", Landwers where the food and service are always top class .
We covered just over 31 kms enjoying great weather and good company.
See you on our next ride when we will once again have the pleasure of David and Ingride's company after their trip to Australia.
Well, for the first ride of the New Year 17 of us met at the usual spot. What was unusual was that our usual trusty leader David and his dear wife Ingride had ditched us for a very good reason. They were in Australia with their family for Rosh Hashana and to celebrate a Family wedding...MAZALTOV!
But, we were not without a leader. URI SA'AR volunteered to lead the ride and did a great job. Thanks Uri. He led us to Marina in Herzliya and I for one (and many of the others rode along quite a few new stretches, and enjoyed some new scenery close to home. Well done Uri for choosing paths that were not too sandy.
Frome the Marina we headed toward Glilot and then home via the Herzliya park to our breakfast stop at Arc Café. Another 28 kilometres had been notched up and good few calories consumed. We had all enjoyed a morning out with good exercise, with good friends and lots of exchanges of how the New Year had passed.
Yom Kippur (The day of Atonement) is next week, so we are wishing that you all be inscribed in the Good Book and that we meet again soon, spiritually cleansed and refreshed - "Gmar Hatima Tova"
This morning's ride was dominated by two core items. The first, that this was the first "'autumn" morning ride of the Gregorian year but it was also the last ride of the year as per the Hebrew Calendar. The autumn weather was characterized by the clear skies devoid of humidity, a sharp breeze from the south and fluffy white and grey clouds. In addition low temperatures made the riding a "breeze" compared with the hot conditions of the past months. Even Dina ventured out after a break of several weeks riding as if she was never absent.
Perhaps the most unusual part for me was listening to the reports from the various individuals who have been abroad recently some on rides while other just for recreation. Here is a brief description of what I picked up.
The Italian Job riders enjoyed their trip which included dramatic scenery, good food and tough riding on some days made easier by bikes with excellent gears. No rain until they hit Venice but by then it was "off bike".!!!!!
The "Devon" mob, all two of them, had a great time feasting up on English breakfasts and Devonshire cream afternoon teas. They even rode on a couple of days and on one had a gained elevation of some 700 meters in 42 kls. Phew!!! Uri's legs did cramp... small wonder?
The Polish Connection... Haim ventured out on his own after his friend withdrew on medical grounds but that did not stop our "Polish Gentleman" who rode in the Krakow region alongside Italians, New Zealanders, Canadians and a handful of non communicative Germans. He hit the Shlibowitz which almost sent him in a spiral towards the floorboards. Good Polish sausage did help.
The Austrian Mafia was a real familial affair led by Arik who spent time in the Salzburg region with his "clan". All went well in true Austrian style. He denied vociferously eating sauerkraut but sausages and kartofel were on the menu. Coffee and strudel to follow but his girth was still intact this morning.
I returned from London after attending two important family affairs and even saw an occasional patch of blue sky but most days it was pure drizzle. The day I departed they declared the first official storm of winter. No riding but I did manage two good walks along a delightful stream.
The ride this morning was a classic Udim circuit marred only by Yochi'c flat tyre and Merrill taking a tumble. All was well as rescue teams worked "tyrelessly". Ha Ha!!!
Get well Rafi and Bon Voyage to the Lewises and Shana Tova to all of you.
Where have all the rocks gone?
14 of us met near the Baptist village and cycled around 28 km in a kind of round route that took in the Nachshonim forest and skirted El Ad. The starting point is a great compromise - it cuts out the tiresome ride back to Elishema, where we used to start the route.
We didn't stop much because of the heat (even though Ingride pleaded....) and we managed to get back early without much trekking through sand. The big surprise?? the path up the Nachshonim hill has been denuded of its rocks - yes, the road has been cleared in what looks like the beginnings of a road construction. Cheated out of our rock climbing!
We stopped off at Landwer in Hod Hasharon but they refused to let us move tables together so we figuratively stuck our tongues out and went to CafeNetto instead.
Imagine Peter Seeger (a morbid song, but livened up to suit us...)
Where have all the cyclists gone?
Early in the morning
Where have all the cyclists gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the cyclists gone?
Gone to Nachshonim every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Around 12 of us gathered to ride on what was a hot hot day - in the abscence of our usual leader, we made a combined effort to ride to the sea and back.
Welcome to Talia - new to the country and to the group - a roadie who has seen the light. First time on a mountain bike very kindly lent to her by ASHER of GIANT KFAR SABA. Thanks to ASHER and to GIANT!
We whooshed along creating our own breeze as nothing stirred - not a suggestion even of a bit of wind. We chose to avoid the sand and made our way via Sidna Ali and the US embassy downhill (which is no longer the challenge it used to be) to the marina where we gazed and the boats and the sea. Not for long, though. We made our way back as directly as possible to stop off at Arc Caffe. Thanks to all who came - the ride was pleasant considering the weather and the coffee at Arc Caffee very welcome.... Hopefully John's stitches will be gone soon and he will be able to join us again!
Since I have no inspiration for either song or poem you will all just have to recite and sing your own....
On a Hot Summer's Day
Well, what is there to do on a hot summer's day? Why, cycle of course!
17 of us gathered and set off on what turned into a 40 km ride to Tel Aviv port area and back. Along cycle paths and offroad (with and without sand...), ably led by David. Despite the creeping heat, we sped along at a reasonable pace, making it back before 10am. We resisted stopping at Max Brenner in the port and rode back to Ramat HaChayal along the river. People are far more conscious of not walking in the cycle path, which made the trip through the park a lot more pleasant. From there we cycled mostly along the road through Ramat Hasharon to Arc Caffe for refueling.
Apart from a minor mishap - a small group of us straying from the path - we all kept together with very few stops along the way.
So....imagine Barbara Streisand or Frank Sinatra
On a hot day, rise and look around you, and you'll see where you are.
On a hot day, how it will astound you That the glow of your bicycle outshines every star.
You will follow every mountain, sea and shore,
You will see from far and near a world you've never seen before.
On a hot day, on a hot day, you can cycle forever, and ever, and ever more.
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Local Ride Sat. Sept. 29, 2018
Next ride: Home Patch
All home patch rides start at 7:00am
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Local Rides will meet at 7:00am at the usual place in the car park opposite Yad L'Banim on Ahuza Street Ra'anana.
Please note 7:00am start time.
To All Cyclenix Members Friday April 13, 2018
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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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Email: jcandy@inter.net.il
David: 054-474-1424
John: 050-942-2788
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