Twenty of us gathered to set off on a lovely ride of around 32km at a fair pace, managing to beat the worst of the heat albeit with a bit of sand here and there...
Overheard at the start, something like this:
"David, I forgot my phone at home so please check that I am with the group" "Hmmmmm. Oh, I will give you a call if you aren't with us!"
Well, my sense of direction is not good - but I did realise we did some of our familiar routes backwards.
Meir led us on a side trip to Poleg Beach to see a boat.... well the boat was no longer on the beach so we took in the lovely view of the sand and blue blue sea instead.
We were treated to a black helicopter landing in the field next to us near Rishpon and a mysterious black car arriving. Looked like something interesting was afoot. But we had other priorities.... Landwer. Thanks to David and Meir for shepherding us along.
12 Cyclenixers took on the challenge of the away ride.
Back at home, after a Whatsapp conversation gone bad, a local ride was also organized. 6 Cyclenixers pitched up for the local ride.
On the Bat Shlomo side we were climbing and climbing. Besides the amazing view not much was going on. The ride itself was the main attraction because, thank G-d, we were free of mishaps at this point.
Back at home very shortly, Johns tyre lost air... he pumped it up and continued. After it happening again and Merrill insisting it is a flat he accepted defeat and promised to meet up with them for breakfast.
Back to the Bat Shlomo hills... David was leading us with his trusty Garmin we somehow took a wrong turn to Albuquerque... So we turned back to find our path. David told us to stay where we were when he ditched us all. Aftermath revealed that he was just looking for the trail but the sense of abandonment will live with me forever. Raffi said it was עקרון המשקולת והים... wait and see! While David was sighted returning to us, someone said: our indigenous leader returns looking confused. Her name shall not be mentioned for shlom bayiit purposes. But we were back on our track and from this point the only uncertainty was "which village is near us". Back at the local arena they headed the marina way. Enjoyed a nice easy ride and afterwards went to Uri's house to enjoy a nice breakfast where John met up with them.
In the more northern hills we pedaled and pushed our way to the highest point of our destination while enjoying the view, the fresh air and the company. This is where the fun part began as we got to fly down the mountain and enjoy the speed. We continued and enjoyed breakfast at Aroma at the Zichron mall. In total, we did just less than 400 meters of climbing and about 25 kilometers in distance.
Yea, and so it came to pass that on a Sabbath morn in the jolly month of June (the 10 th to be exact!) our distinguished band of Wheeled Worthies banished Morpheus, roused ourselves from our nocturnal slumbers and assembled at the witching hour of seven in the morn at the regular pre-ordained gathering place in Raanana.
Gaily (no connection to the previous day's Tel Aviv parade) attired in multi coloured Spandex and with chain wheels spinning, we set forth on our ride. Traversing the Achuva carriageway, we soon reached the sleepy hamlet of Hod Hasharon where, since most sensible people were still in their beds, not a soul was stirring apart from a yapping canine irritated by our through passage towards the banks of the Yarkon river.
Verily, there are few places that equal the pleasures of riding the path alongside the Yarkon. It is a roller coaster ride, uphill and down dale, descending through shady bamboo arched tunnels (hoping not to meet someone coming from the opposite direction) and on exiting, curving the line before climbing up a steep slope. It is a path that never palls.
All good things must come to an end and so we of the Flying Phalanx all too soon found ourselves reaching citrus orchards close to Ramat Hachayal before crossing the river on our homewards loop. The route was more open with less shady patches offering shelter from the summer sun that despite the mild day was certainly making itself felt. Along the way, we encountered groups of picnickers and other signs of civilization: the ubiquitous litter strewn in many places! How saddening that many people have no respect for the environment and their fellow persons. Yet another dolorous phenomenon was seeing (and hearing!) the remnants of a trance party camped along the river bank. What a way to ruin a weekend with heavy thumping and drugs obliterating all trace of pleasure in the natural surroundings! With having reached Hod Hasharon and the sun high in the sky, our dignified party was desirous of locating a watering hole for refreshment and some respite from the heat. One such oasis offering parking and air conditioning in the center of the town was found where, accompanied with convivial banter, our thirsts were quenched and appetites sated. From then on, our various homeward ways we wended.
The typical conclusion of a Cycenix Saturday ride; good company, a pleasant route, mutual consideration with a welcome social stop at the end. Many thanks to David for leading us and wishing our honoured venerable John Spencer a very happy birthday, many, many years of good health, happy pedaling and continuing to take all those great pictures.
Editor: Before we get to the ride report check out these links to some absolutely cool and fantastic info about the ride. This Relive link is particularly interesting, showing a 3D render of the landscape: CLICK HERE for the Relive Link. Or you can visit YouTube and view this playlist of videos from the ride: CLICK HERE. Now.. back to our regularly scheduled report...
With a dysfunctional Waze link, surprisingly 18 Cyclenixers succeeded in finding their way to Ben Shemen.
Finding parking seemed to be the harder mission since the MTB "Mecca" was packed.
As everyone started to ride, Dina had a chain malfunction. It was quickly fixed and she was peddling with the rest of us in no time. The ride started with a steep hill that got quite a few of us off our bikes. This steep climb left its mark since for the rest of the ride all climbs were compared to the first one.
Yep you got it, what was expected to be a relatively flat ride, turned out to be a climbing challenge.
For me personally i had the fun of pushing two bikes up almost all the hills... it has been quite a while since my last biceps workout.
Some hills, Yoavi gave his all,at one of his hardest workouts yet. He pushed his hardest up the hills while refusing any help.
I found it surprising that some of the adults had more complaints than a poorly functioning company's customer service.
The downhills were fast and fun and let all of us release our leg muscles and gain some speed. One downhill got a few people off their bikes with no real just cause, except for a herd syndrome. Whoever looked to the left of the trail saw some rocks and sand which looked scary. Whoever looked and took the right had no issue.
Yoavi fell into the first group and i knew that this was a challenge he could totally conquer! So back up we walked and he rode down correctly with a boosted ego and a video to show off with. Thank you Yaakov for the videos.
We stopped at quite a few view points and celebrated John 78th birthday with some cake.
Neither Timmy or anyone else fell into the well but Yoavi did "enjoy" a cold shower.
After our ride some of us escaped quickly. It could be because of the lack of a "civilized" breakfast spot or the threat of doing any more climbing, either way they lost out.
The rest of us stayed and "dined" at what could only be referred to as Ben Shemen city. Stall food and drinks and home made beer were enjoyed on a local forrest bench under the shade of the trees.
We covered about 16 kilometers with 300 meters of climbing.
It was a challenging fun ride.
I big thank you to Tracy who take upon the mission of leading us on special different away rides.
16 of us started out under David's guidance for a lovely ride of around 24 km. We went on familiar paths - but backwards. So it all looked a little different. We lingered under the shade when possible, but since it was predicted as being a hot day, we cut stops to a minimum. Only when a racalcitrant tube popped out of where it should have been did we stop for any length of time. David promised a bit of sand and were weren't disappointed. So, good practice for the summer months and sand ahead!
A lovely surprise along the way - our fabulous friend Frederic from France who works at the .... no no longer French Embassy, rather the German embassy, was seen on route. He promises to join us on one of our away rides.
We pedalled along to Ra'anana and some went through the Newe Zemer neighbourhood to refuel at Landwer whilst others made their way home - satisfied if not a tad hot!!
So, with apologies to Summertime:
Summertime, and the ridin' isn't easy
Cyclers are pumpin' and the sand is high Oh, your bike's ok and your legs are good-lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry.
"Josephs luck was really outSo we got an invite to come and ride the hills of Zichron to bring back happy times to Joseph... While the original Joseph had 11 brothers our Joseph had 16 followers. In less than 5 kilometers, it seemed that the back of the herd had somehow made a wrong turn. Standing in our spot, trying to phone the front of the herd to verify their whereabouts...
his spirit and his fortune low
alone he sat, alone he thought
of happy times he used to know"
"Hey dreamer, don't be so upsetComing to our rescue our leader was pedaling towards us.
hey Joseph, you're not beaten yet"
Buzzie: Hey flaps, what we gonna do?My suggestion was let's keep pedaling so no one develops hypothermia.
Flaps: I don't know. What you wanna do?
"Go, go, go Joseph you know what they sayWet and cold (at least some of us), already been lost, from here it all should get better...
Hang on now Joseph you'll make it someday
Don't give up Joseph fight till you drop
We've read the book and you come at on top"
There was a great number of cyclists at the meeting point this morning - far too many to count, so we didn't. I did get one or two disapproving comments about my bike, which was still filthy from last week's ride, but most people were too busy chatting to notice.
At some point, someone yelled "People, we're going" and off we set. We cycled along Ahuza, into the fields behind the Park Mall, over Route 5 and through Gan Rashal and Nachalat Ada. Crossing the railway line, we turned north along the Israel Route with its outdoor statues. One statue in particular, got our attention, with people volunteering names such as "Erectile Dysfunction" and "After" for it.
We continued in the general direction of Rishpon, Arsuf, Shfa'im, and Ga'ash - crossing Route 2 after Rishpon and skirting the Ga'ash golf course - until we neared the southern border of Wingate. Taking a break at Yakum to catch our breaths, we couldn't help admiring two stunning white vintage Cadillacs basking in the sun. From Yakum we followed the railway line southwards, turning east through the fields near Route 531. We passed the now fruitless avocado orchards, continued onwards through Kfar Nachman and the Lev Ha'Park neighborhood in Ra'anana, and as usual ended the ride at Landver. We were joined by Dina, Michal and Yoav, who hadn't ridden with us today.
The breakfast conversation was varied, jumping from the quietest room in the world to whether accidently putting money in the washing machine could be considered as money laundering. There were also some jokes that I won't repeat here.
To summarize, it was a fast and challenging ride of 31km, with a fair amount of sand but in weather conditions that were still bearable, and with the usual good company and laughs.
Editors Note: Talia gets douze points from the UK judge for this report!
The Carmel Coast offers more than a physical riding experience . It's a ride through history as it is located in what is known geographically and historically as the Cradle of Civilization. If you were under the impression that the Cradle was in the region of the Tigris and Euphrates rivers you are misinformed. The cradle stretches all the way from Mesopotamia where the rivers flow and even encompasses the coast of ancient Canaan. Where we rode is at the heart of the western part of the Cradle. It is also commonly believed that the Cradle was the location of the Garden of Eden but where exactly is firstly a matter of whether you are a true believer or a skeptic.
As for Mesopotamia all that's left is a mess and no "potamia", a battle ground for Shiites and Sunnis and drug war lords is all that remains.
Just a couple of KL's from where we began our ride at Ein Carmel runs Cave Creek, flowing from Daliyat El Carmel westwards to the sea. At its widest point near Road 40 are located four large caves which historians, anthropologists and archeologists have excavated for almost a century and is now a recognized Unesco Historical site. The excavators who commenced work on the caves in the 1920's eventually realized that the region was inhabited for almost half a million years of continuous prehistoric and historic primate groups including eventually those of the homo sapiens, our own forefathers. The reason for this ongoing presence were the ideal conditions which included water from the creek, abundant animals to hunt (coming to from the creek) and the nearby sea which provided fishing opportunities. Last but not least were the caves themselves which offered shelter. And over the centuries these "cavemen" also developed into omnivorous societies eventually cultivating their own crops. An ideal place and what some scholars believe is the perfect description of the Garden of Eden.
We departed from Ein Hacrmel to the south and passed by the ancient abandoned quarry which had been used for centuries as a water storage facility and is fed by the very Cave Creek mentioned above.
We passed Ein Ayala where delicious peppers are grown (Uri tested one to be certain) and rode up the hill to Habonim for a brief description on the history of the area including the ruins of the Crusader castle. The trail led us southwards to Nachsholim Dor where we started to ride along the sandy beach northwards to the climb to ancient Dor, one of the oldest cities in the world and a site of great scenic views. A brief description was delivered on the use of sand and how Dor and the region are connected to modern day Israel and off we rode into the sandy tails of the Hof Carmel Nature Reserve. We later veered slightly eastwards to cross the railway line at the tragic crossing where 22 persons lost their lives in 1985 as a bus stalled on the lines. From there we rode towards the Para Dive centre and viewed the parachutes falling like feathers initially and towards the end picking up speed on the "final approach".
The favourable weather enabled us to "breeze" along and in no time we were back to the parking area. Some of us had a breakfast at the Zichron Mall where I couldn't help but reflect on how we had advanced since the early caveman….although there are moments when I am in doubt if to judge by the ongoing conflicts in the region and elsewhere.
Our mascot, brave young Yoav. riding like an adult also put a smile on all our faces. Keep up the good work Michal!! A great ride with great company in great weather and super scenery.
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.
Over time was involved in a variety of sports :
The Cyclenix Group
My Away-Away biking history:
My bikes history:
My Happy hobby:
If you have any questions or want to get in touch for any reason, feel free to get in touch with David or John: