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: