The instructor at the school gym class:
Lie flat on your backs, class, and circle your feet in the air as if you were riding your bikes, said the gym teacher. "Fred! What are you doing? Move your feet, boy." "I am freewheeling, sir."
14 of us gathered and set off on a 33 km ride, despite the heat (welcome back John, from your adventures in Holland). But there was not much freewheeling. We started the ride by going up the Ra'anana rubbish dump. The path seems to be in a better condition than it was the last time I was there. The view, of course, is always worthwhile. While we made our way up and down, there was a cyclist who went up and down 5 times - obviously an enthusiast of sorts.
We headed off towards the coast and along the way Megan had a blow-out - I even heard the air escaping as I went by. While the puncture was being sorted a few of us managed to find a wonderful crop of Passiflora. A delicious respite! We followed the regular Thursday night route to the Herzelia Marina, where we didn't stop but pedaled on despite the growing heat. Merrill went off towards the Mandarin hotel (having being told we are going there). Unfortunately her efforts were in vain as the majority decided to stand on their pedals and insist that we don't make the trip so long. Poor Merrill had to double back - the rest went on and Merrill and I took a shorter route back to Ra'anana. Moral of the wasted kms in the heat: speak up when not wanting to go on and don't go on until you actually see the intrepid leader heading off....!
We enjoyed coffee and other snacks at Arcaffe - a great ride despite the growing heat and not much freewheeling....
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