"One picture is worth a thousand words"
Raphi's photos tell the whole story
KOL HAKAVOD to the four intrepid riders (Raphi, Uri, Haim and Arik) who braved the wind, the cold and the wet!
I phoned David and quickly hung up. He phoned me back and quoted my regular mantra that he is used to hearing on Saturday mornings: "you woke up late and are running late"
I told him that that is what I wanted to say but hung up since I realized it is only 7:09 and not 7:20 so I will make it early. Laughingly I was wished that my orientation will improve throughout the day.
After cancelling the away ride due to the forecast we were hoping that a local ride will be the solution to getting home dry. Surprisingly it started drizzling before we even left the parking lot!
We headed out of Raanana into the fields towards bazra and harutzim cycling north to tel Yitzhak. The drizzle stopped right at the beginning of the ride and to my surprise so did the inauguration discussions. It seems like we had more interesting things to talk about than American politics.
Dafna and Keren joined us for the first time. We hope to see them more often on future rides. Ted is back on the saddle since his knee has been injured and seems to be that cycling is the best medicine. We succeeded in dodging the mud by walking carefully around it and feeling grateful that we will actually arrive home dry and clean. The puddle on the other hand had other intentions for us. With no way around it we had to ride through it and get our feet a bit wet.
As if I am not challenged enough it seems that Michael is amused with challenging me by trying to get me to check my limits and coordination on the bike. While I just almost managed to go over the hill he with perfect instincts caught my bike to stop me from falling.
Though I have discovered that I now can officially ride with no hands… hopefully I will keep all my teeth in place and collarbones in one piece with this new discovery.
As usual David was out numbered when the decision whether to take the faster road way or the longer off road way back to Landwer. The majority tipped the scale to a decision that really makes no difference at the end of the ride since in any case we get to our trusty coffee at Landwers.
We rode about 30 kilometers and got to enjoy a great fun ride with great company.
16 optimists pitched up to ride this morning. With rainfalls predicted after 11:00 am everyone was hopeful to enjoy a nice dry ride and make it home before the clouds release their showers.
All winter geared up, we headed towards har hazevel.
The majority decided to take on the challenge and climb the mountain! Thanks to the previous rains the terrain was nice and solid making the climb relatively easier than usual.
At the top of the mountain we were all in awe from the amazing 360 degree view of the Sharon area. We caught our breath took a group photo and headed back down to the rest of the group waiting for our return. It definitely was not yet 11:00 am, more like 8:00 am... and the heaven opened its taps on us!
Now riding with a constant drizzle keeping us just moist enough to question the rest of the ride. In spite of the rain we headed north hoping it will stop eventually. It didn't seem like the drizzling had any intention on giving up so at some point when the question of the rest of our route was raised we (myself leading the mutiny) chickened out and decided that Landwer is better sooner than later!
Just after the decision was made and we started on our journey back the drizzling stopped.
Arriving at the famous stop before turning towards bnei zion David and Arik made a bet about the off road route being muddy or not. David insisting that it is rideable and Arik insisting the opposite, the group split up as usual at this spot and waited to see who would take the pot.
our mighty leader as usual was right! besides a little patch that was easily detourable all grounds were tight and perfect to ride.
I have to mention that during this ride both David and Ingride managed to display the force that is gravity! Ingride even proved the laws of physics twice! Sadly there is no photographical evidence to these fine moments.
Despite cutting our ride short we managed to cover 22 kms and reached cosy Landwer all deserving a warm cup of java!
14 of us met at the entrance to Elishema knowing that perhaps there might be a bit on mud en route, but what we encountered, no one expected!! Our leader's (David's) intention was to ride to the Nachshonim Forest and back, but it seems that that was just not to be! Less than 10 kms into the ride after encountering not just a wee bit of mud, two of our riders' bikes suffered broken derailleurs at almost the same time. After a long delay, David succeeded in doing a temporary repair job on Sami's bike to enable him to ride back to the starting point and Rafi did likewise for Yael. Full marks to both David and Rafi on jobs well done. Repairs are easy when you know what you’re doing! Cyclenix is lucky to have two "experts" amongst our members.
After they had set off back to the starting point our leader wisely decided that to continue on the intended route was not wise as we'd lost a fair amount of time, BUT, for some reason or other I think David decided to punish the remaining riders because the altered route that he led us on was even muddier than the first 8 or so kilometres. The photos tell the story!
Eventually we got back to the cars a little dirtier than when we had started. In fact we didn't go for breakfast because there was some doubt that any place would let us in in our rather muddy state!!! I can't speak for the others, but after I'd cleaned my bike it must have weight a kilo less than at the finish.
Despite the mud, I think everyone enjoyed the experience and the company. This was definitely the muddiest ride that I have ever been on!
See you next week and here's hoping for a less muddy ride.
רכיבה בסוף שנה|
צריכה להיות כה מהנה
אך מה חבל שהחזאי
שיבש מעט...זה בוודאי
הבטיח הוא גשמים לרוב
ולרכיבה זה כבר לא טוב
בשל כך לא מפתיע , ואין להכחיש
לרכיבה לא התייצב כמעט אף איש
למעט ארבעה תמימים
שחשבו שבגשם לרכוב זה נעים
ג'ון וחיים ואריק מאי שם
וברברה הופיעה גם
הארבעה מתחו הברך
ובשמחה יצאו לדרך
אבל מיד, ממש קרוב
ברברה, חשה לא בטוב
וג'ון, הג'טלמן המושלם
חזר איתה, נו זה מובן
ונותרו על האופניים
חיים, אריק לרכוב בשניים
ומזג האויר דווקא הפתיע לרוב
ובדרך כלל הוא היה ממש טוב
חוץ משבר ענן קטן
שנמשך מעט, מעט מאד זמן
ומאחר ומזג האויר היה חביב
רכבנו כך עד נמל תל אביב
ושם ישבנו ,גבינה ותותים אכלנו
קפה ולמונצ'לו בכיף כך שתינו
וחזרנו לרעננה ברוב בשמחה
על מזג האויר תבוא ברכה
וכמובן לא נשכח לברך את כולם
בשנה חדשה הכי טובה בעולם
שהכול יתגשם לכולם ומיד
שהכול יהיה כה טוב ונחמד
ושכולנו נמשיך יחדיו כך לרכוב
ובלנדבר לקנח בכול מה שטוב
Number of Participants: 14
Weather: Cold, but no rain and little wind
Ground conditions: Very muddy in parts but, none of those horrible "sand traps".
First let me say that today the group was like a headless and tailless animal. Our leader David and our sweep Ted were not with us, Ted because of a knee injury!!! We wish him a speedy recovery. Hopefully he will soon be back in the saddle.
We rode along an oft ridden route with only one incident... Arik's back wheel suffered a puncture which took forever to repair. The first repair wasn't successful and a second change of inner tube was necessary!!! Apart from that all went well. Everyone had a good time and didn't overheat. As we often do, we finished off at one of our favourite "watering holes" where we socialized, satisfied our thirsts and hunger and then headed for home. Another 29 + kms of good exercise and fun under our belts.
See you this coming Saturday, the last ride of the year (weather permitting).
|הרכיבה הפעם נועדה לאמיצים מבינינו שלא היססו לצאת לדרך למרות טפטופי הגשם. הפעם התכנסנו פחות מחמישה עשר רוכבים, למעשה היינו שלושה: חיים, אריק ואני. בהמלצתו של חיים החלטנו לתת מענה ל-"Desert Challenge" ויצאנו ל-"kvish 531 Challenge ". מדובר בקטע החדש של הכביש המתחבר לנתיבי איילון. הכוונה היתה להספיק לרכוב שם לפני ההפעלה שלו שאמורה לקרות בחופשת החנוכה. כמובן שסיימנו בשלושת המקומות הראשונים. ההוא שמחלק את המדליות לא הגיע כנראה בגלל הגשם, במקום זה שתינו לימונצ'לו שחיים הביא בתור פרס ניחומים למנצחים. וכרגיל אי אפשר לסיים רכיבה כזו בלי פנצ'ר, אז אריק הצליח לספק לנו גם את החוויה הזו. מזג האוויר היה לטובתינו. הגשם פסק מיד בהתחלה השמיים התבהרו והשמש האירה פניה. בסך הכל היה לנו טיול נעים בחברה טובה וביום יפה.|
the sun did not shine
but the weather was fine
so three riders set out
and got a flat almost right out
but on they did ride
with time on their side
a drink L'chello
was fine for the fellow
who straight did ride
with no wobble to side
the rain drops were light
the sky also bright
so the moral is there
for those who dare
the winners take all
the losers the fall
a warm bed may work
for some lazy jerk
התכנסנו חמישה עשר רוכבים במושב ערוגות לרכיבה מהנה בסביבה חקלאית בנוף מקסים ובמזג אויר מושלם.
הטיול החל עם נקר באופניים של אורי נתיב, המשיך באופניים של חיים והסתיים באופניים של אירית . חוץ מהתקלות הקטנות האלה מכשיר הניווט של דיויד זייף ואנחנו נאלצנו לחזור על עקבותינו פה ושם. את הוראות הניווט המועילות ביותר קיבלנו מאייל החתן של טד ודיינה שטייל בסביבה עם שניים מילדיו, אותם פגשנו שוב בסוכת הגפנים בראש הגבעה. משם ניתן היה לצפות למרחקים , מהשומרון במזרח, עד לאשדוד במערב. לאחר מנוחה והתאוששות שמנו פעמינו בחזרה לנקודת המוצא בערוגות. לארוחת הבוקר (צהריים) התכנסנו ב"קפה-קפה" בגדרה שלשם הגענו רק לאחר שה-waze הביא אותנו למקום אחר ובעזרת המקומיים הגענו ליעד.
בסיכומו של יום הרווחנו חוויה נהדרת בתנאי רכיבה מושלמים.
There were eleven people at the meeting point this morning, taking a gamble against the weather. John and Michal were there too, to tell us in person that they wouldn't be joining, and that neither would David nor Ted. So with the absence of the Board of Directors, we Cyclenix peons were left to our own devices.
Haim suggested a really nice ride that he had taken us on in the past, so we set off. We had just cycled past the cemetery and out of Ra'anana, when a puncture brought us all to a sudden halt. As standing around in the cold isn't everyone’s cup of tea, Barbara decided to return home. The rest of us continued on bravely towards Batsra (which, as Haim enlightened us, is not the Batsra in Iraq where Saddam Hussein was born).
We then rode past a rather nasty smell and stopped at a water purification plant. It was swarming with birds, despite the fact that it probably has no fish. We agreed that microbes must be tasty treats for birds too. From Batsra we crossed under Route 4 and continued on through Sde Warburg and Tsofit. After Tsofit, we cycled through Kfar Saba and into Ra'anana, where some of the group stopped at Landwer's for coffee.
According to the forecasts it was not meant to rain, but they were wrong (and probably not for the last time). Half way through the ride a slight drizzle started, which got stronger as we reached Kfar Saba. It was definitely bearable though, and Yael and I both agreed that we'd take the cool freshness of a winter drizzle over the hellish heat of summer any time.
Because of the weather, we stayed mainly in the villages to avoid the mud. It was nice seeing the gorgeous houses as well as people out and about. The area was hilly, so even though the ride was shorter today, it was still quite challenging. They were too many dogs for my liking, but Uri tried to calm my down by telling me about his own family's four-legged friends.
It was a lovely ride of approximately 20 KMs in good company, so thanks to Haim and everyone else who made it happen against all odds!
Despite the colder weather 17 of us met at the usual spot to ride a route often traversed by us but this time in reverse! The photos tell the story.
We encountered not too much sand and the fruit trees were well on the way to "picking season". A distance of 30 kms was covered and we finished up at our favourite "watering hole", Landwers in the industrial area of Ra’anana where they lived up to their good reputation of good food and drink and good service with a smile. Another enjoyable ride with great company had come to an end.
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: