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.
In order to "beat the heat" it was decided to commence our "Home Patch" rides at 6.30am. Missing that extra hour's sleep affects some more than other and I am one of those affected, but nevertheless, I was there at 6.30 and so were 19 others. Well done! The route was an oft ridden circular one ... Batzra, Benei Tzion, Yaqum, Udim and back to, where else, good old Landwers in the industrial area of Ra'anana, where the food and service is always good. Today was no exception.
By the way, we didn't "beat the heat"!!!! so that's one to "the Heat" and nil to Cyclenix :) We covered thirty-two kms and suffered one puncture. I am sure all enjoyed the company, the ride and those who came to breakfast, that as well.
Keep cool and see you next week.
Nachal Alexander can be a boring ride. East to west, west to east, no hills, some sand and often a stench from the stream that almost dries out in summer. In winter it's a mud bath. And yet we ride it at least twice yearly. One of the reasons is that it is convenient and in summer , now that we ride west to east, is even pleasant.
Yesterday's ride was just that and by finding a little diversion by visiting the Agmon Hadera, we gave it another form of variations on a theme on the return segment. A by pass route always gives added value and yesterdays was particularly timely. We stayed at the Agmon lookout enjoying the cool breeze while the two scouts Michal and Merril set off to find the Holy Grail.
In no time we bid fond farewell to the lookout tower and followed the scouts. This had been preceded by a short stay at the Copse we often use as a turn around and rest stop some 15 kl's eastwards where we sang David Happy Birthday because a year has passed since we celebrated his previous (80) B'day in grand fashion. In fact the ride yesterday was a celebration ride of several layers as we also marked Wedding Anniversary's of Anna and John (who was conspicuous in his absence). We were less than 20 but the rising dust from the rear at time gave the impression we were a stampeding herd.
David took several calls including some overseas to congratulate him and it was a reminder of how small the world has become with modern technology. Arik who was in the tech industry and has many interests including poetry wrote this superb poem in David's honour...enjoy it as much as we enjoyed the ride.
At 7.00am or very close thereto, 20 Cyclenixers who were prepared to brave the heat set off on a ride, purposely made a wee bit shorter, in an effort to beat the heat!
We were delighted to have our Michal back from her cycling trip abroad and everyone admired her super biking top, bought by her as a memento of the amazing trip she did. It was also great to have Mike back with us.
The route decided on was ALL ON ROAD (too hot to tackle thick sand) and Rafi was our leader. He took us along Ahuza Street and through some of the streets of Herzliya, through the Herzliya Park, across the Herzliya Bridge over the Railway line and on towards the Marina. We hoped for a little relief from the sea breeze (and we weren't disappointed) as we cycled along the pier to the end dodging walkers and a few other bikers, where we took a short break taking in the views. At the end of the pier there's a signal light on top a "not to high" tower and for a good part of the duration of our stop there we witnessed a gentleman who appeared to be doing his best to push the tower over. He didn't succeed, and as we left, we saw him swinging his arms frantically in all directions, probably annoyed that he couldn't budge the tower.
From there it was homeward bound along the Herzliya beach front, through Herzliya, and on to our refreshment stop at Arcafe. We covered 24kms and everyone survived. Another great ride with great company was under our belt.
Keep cool and hope to see you next week.
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.
If you have any questions or want to get in touch for any reason, feel free to get in touch with David or John: