I left Hungary in 1964 to study English in the UK. After staying in London for half a year I was called to the Home Office and informed that I must leave the country after I complete my exam of the English Language for Foreigners. I was due to go back to Hungary. However at that time my mother was visiting in Israel and my brother was on his way to Israel from Australia, so my mother asked me to join them. I went to the Israeli Embassy trying get visa. They refused to help me because my Hungarian passport was issued only for Europe. Luckily I stayed with a Jewish family as an au-pair and they suggested that I should go to the Sochnut. Well it worked, I was asked how do I want to get to Israel; by ship or by airplane, and since then, 1965, I am in Israel. Fell in love with the country although I didn't have a religious background or any Zionist belief. I knew that I am a Jew but that wasn't a subject for me in a communist country. Sometimes when I go back for visits I have to say that I am happy that I don't live there.
Since I know myself I love to ride. I always had a bike. However I was forced to learn to drive as our car was standing under the building because Ian, my husband, had a car from the army. (I have the biggest laugh at the Home Office they cannot kick me out again as I became British after marrying Ian). As long as my kids were young and depended on Mummy's taxi I drove. As soon as they got their licenses I resigned and went back to the bike. I have been riding my little folding bike that Ian surprised me with a long time ago. I used to and still do ride on it around to the surrounding towns Kfar-Saba, Hod Hasharon, Herzeliya, Ramat Hasharon.
A good few years ago I was volunteered by Ian to be the librarian of the Kfar Saba Community Band. He plays the Euphonium. One day Larry Paul a member of the band suggested that I should call John Cohen in Raanana. There is group of bikers for my age group. Well at the beginning I hesitated but took the courage called and I don't regret it. At the beginning I bought a simple bike to see if I can keep up with the group. The first year was hard, huffing and puffing, trying to catch up with the others, but slowly I got into the mood. I was showered with good advises; to get proper outfit, how to change gears for going up and down, getting through sand, mud and deep puddles. After challenging myself with going on a bike tour next to the Danube I realized that I need a better bike, it was time for upgrade. Now I am riding along on my Giant feeling like a giant even I am only meter and half and getting shorter by the years.
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Home Patch Ride - Sat. Dec. 20, 2014
We will meet at 7:30 am (NOTE: New Time) at the usual place in the car park opposite Yad L'Banim on Ahuza Street Ra'anana. To participate in this ride you need to be capable of cycling +/- 30 kms OFF ROAD. The ride is not a difficult one from a technical point of view, but riders need to be capable of riding +/- 30kms.
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19 of us gathered to set of on a chilly but sunny day - welcome to Jose, who originally hails from Costa Rica and now Hod HaSharon. I trust we will be seeing more of Jose....
We set off northwards, going through Beni Zion and eventually ending up near Tel Mond and Tel Yithak, from where we headed home. Since I never know exactly where I am... I can at least describe what we saw: lovely greenery (made me think of Tom Jones singing the Green green grass of home....), lakes of water with ducks paddling, the sun shining and avenues of trees. Not to forget the black 2014 Ferrari with equally smart-looking owner (spotted at our coffee stop at Ga'ash).
The route was lovely and picturesque (thanks to David) and we whizzed along in the cold, with Michal singing Daisy Daisy - so, with apologies to the original Daisy:
David, David, give us your answer do,
We're half crazy, don't know where to gooooo [to rhyme with do....]
Slow or fast or faster
You lead, we'll follow after
The path flies by as we
Ride our bicycles following you!
We covered around 35 km with a strong headwind on the way back. We had a break at Ga'ash where we refuelled and then rode the last way home.
Ride Report - Sat. Dec. 6, 2014 - Park Britannia Ride Report - By Rafi
Mud on your face, big disgrace! all of us laughing all over the place!
A bunch of laid back easy goers who didn't feel like a long drive and a
hard ride, pitched up for a couple hours of fun! None of us had expectations for what was to
To tell you the truth, I have no idea where we rode. I only know we went
towards Tel Yitzhak, you can check my endomondo for the map.
All jolly riding through the fields some damp, some a bit muddy, we came across
horses and goats and a $?#?1T load of mud!
Our ride came to a halt as we approached deep mud with a ditch on its side and
a narrow muddy path that Merrill and I believed was possible to walk through
slowly and steadily. The safe riders
wanted to take the short detour through the field like the previous riders
John on the other hand is special! He decided to go ahead before all with so
little thought put into his action...
I don't think I have the words to describe these next few moments!
Stupid is as stupid does
one step, two step, three step, DUNK!
HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER, TAKE A PHOTO, "JOHN I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU"!
I don't think Mel Brooks could have written a scene as funny as this one, it
took us a while to get over it and pull John out of the mud.
When I mentioned before "a $#1T load of mud"(ibid) John being the one who
went for a mud slide slim dip will verify that the mud had a oh so slight smell
We all got through it as we planned and wanted to continue but was a bit harder
now for John being a dipped flake. All for one and one for all, except one who
wanted to continue but reluctantly came along with us to head home. Somewhere on the side of the orchids we found
a hose to hose John and his bike down. I kind of had a sense that Ilan was
enjoying the job a bit too much but on the other hand so was the crowd while
continuously joking about the situation.
Now being mud free but "farting bubbles" (his term not mine) we
continued our ride. Another stop for John to change his attire and feel a bit
better, thanks to Merrill and her multiple layers who saved the day. Though after
the amount of jokes she made, she needed the mitzvah.
Still farting bubbles, laughing and enjoying the ride we rode off to our favorite
Landwer where Megan and Kim joined in for breakfast and more laughing (still at
We only did about 20 km's but where funniest 20 km's ever!
Ride Report - Sat. Nov. 29, 2014 - Home patch Ride report - By John
The rains have stopped (for the time being) and a sunny, cool and windless day welcomed 19 of us to our usual meeting place. Whatever our determined leader had planned was not to be, because, the road building works going on in our area have drastically altered in one way or another the usual paths taken by us in this area and on more than one occasion we had to turn back because of mud, or new canals filled with rainwater or simply piles of sand that blocked the way.
The highlight of our ride was the magnificient view from the top of the cliffs overlooking the sea at Arsuf
We had a lot of fun and although we cut the "UDIM" section off our usual route, because of the riding back and forth due to man-made and nature-made obstructions we did end up covering well over 30kms.
After a long absence we returned to an old "watering hole", the Si Service Station at Gaash for a welcome breakfast stop and then made our way back home.
I am certain that all enjoyed the ride and am equally certain that everyone's bike was in need of a good cleaning.
Ride Report - Sat. Nov. 22, 2014 - (WINDY) Home Patch Ride Report - By John
The day started with an SMS from our David (today he was "Lazy David") to inform me that he'd give the wind a miss and sleep in. How wise he was! I looked out the window, saw the swaying trees and the wet roads and seriously thought about following our David's example. However, foolhardiness persuaded me to get dressed and face the consequences. Six of us, Dina, Talia, Chaim, Uri, Ted and yours truly met at the windy starting point and, on Ted's wise advice, decided to ride to the Herzliya and avoid off-road routs which were sure to be muddy.
The first 100 metres told me that I should have stayed in bed. A strong head wind tried to stop us riding West along along Ahuza but we battled on, Dina in the lead on her feather light new bike and me in the rear cursing the wind!!!! Anyway, the other weather conditions were great... not too hot, sunny and clear skies.
We rode through the Herzliya Park and on the way discovered a rain-made lake, complete with ducks (see photo) that had not been there a few days previously
We eventually made it to the Marina, to find that the pier along which we usually ride had been closed off (Read the notice in the pics from today) The photos of the sea will show you just how windy it was! Lots of crazy surfers were out taking advantage of waves rarely seen in the Mediterranean and there were also some crazies on surfboards being towed by giant kites!
As we changed direction and headed for home the enjoyment level of the ride rose considerably as we were now being pushed home by that same terrible head wind that was now a friendly tail wind! Whew! What a pleasure!
The six of us made a breatfast stop at Tapuzim, Herzliya where the food and service was great and having satisfies our thirsts and hunger we headed for home.
Another 27 kms (shorter than usual) under our belts in very good company, was behind us!
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true,
I'm all crazy all for the love of you,
It won't be a stylish marriage;
I can't afford a carriage,
But you look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made with full carbon fiber frame / dual suspension / full XTR /
tubeless tires / Fox shocks / disc brakes etc. etc.
(This modern version of the classic song updated by Shimanus Rockshox in
honour of Sasha's birthday today)
'Twas 7.30 in the morning when the group of approximately fourteen Cyclenix
Flying Foxes congregated in our hallowed assembly ground in Raanana. Ably led
by our birthday boy, under the eagle eye of Big John and with our ever caring
Ted as sweeper, we roared up the hill to the park, crossed the road and hit the
dirt track on our way to Rishpon. Unfortunately, in our absence, the road works
authority had inconsiderately continued constructing the highway with the result
that we were forced to clamber through a series of deep muddy ditches before
reaching the railway line.
Undaunted by this obstacle course, we arrived at the railroad crossing and
continued northwards parallel to the tracks. The previous sunny days had not
succeeded in drying up all the muddy patches and there were a few along the
way which we easily managed to bypass. Our Frances, being an adventurous
and enterprising soul (not like the rest of us fuddie - duddies!) was particularly
attracted to a long watery one and decided to try her hand at mud larking.
Unfortunately, waterlogged clayey soil can be a formidable opponent and a short
time after ploughing into the puddle, she quickly and literally became a real stick
in the mud. Our Council of Cycling Sages (John and Ted) came to her rescue:
helped extricate her and after lengthy and deep deliberations, solved her bike's
Apart from a muddy culvert to cross, the rest of the way was uneventful. There,
the more enterprising ones among us got their feet wet while we chicken hearts
preferred to climb up and walk on the railway bridge - taking care to stay on the
right side of the tracks!
November is a great month for off - road. The weather is still moderate and
balmy and the rains have dampened, tamped down and made passable many
sandy stretches that were only walkable a month or two previously. Even mud
patches are still small enough to circumvent. In the cool morning air with the sun
warming your back, it is impossible not to feel the joy of being alive and feeling
blessed and grateful for the privileged experience of enjoying nature whilst riding
in good company.
Crossing over eastwards over a railway bridge, our group transversed citrus and
persimmon orchards and climbed up a hill, passing an educational institution and
a petrol station along the way. Briefly stopping at the top under twin mobile
phone towers for a short breather and to collect the stragglers, we admired the
vista and also managed to get a short dose of micro wave radiation. From then
on, there was a series of lovely sweeping down hills on dirt tracks mostly running
between hothouses. We continued until a kilometer or two behind the Sharon
prison, forgoing the privilege of visiting a politician sitting there. Turning
southwards, the tarred road to Bnei Zion was long and monotonous and soon
thankfully gave way to the final stretch through the orchards on a sandy track that
terminated close behind the Renanin Mall. It was but a short hop to Café
Landwehr where a small group of us willfully wended our way (kindly note the
intentional use of alliteration!) for breakfast, coffee, socializing and schmoozing; a
pleasing and appropriate ending to a most pleasant morning's ride!
Once more, thanks to Sasha for leading us and to Ted for always being there to
make sure that nobody got lost.
Ride Report - Sat. Nov 8, 2014 - Home Patch Ride Report - By Ted
A time of new and renewal is reflected in today's ride. A couple of riders arrived with new (second-hand purchased) bikes namely Dina and Yochi who displayed their new "steeds" and Talya, on her borrowed Stumpjumper. It really was a "something new and something borrowed" kind of ride. But it was also a renewal ride as we renewed our previous encounters with John's favorite terrain... MUD! David was hell bent to ride the Yarkon so we all followed in earnest. John, feeling off colour , took off even before we hit brown mud. With more delay we roamed suburban Hod Hasharon in search of the path to the holy grail of mud!. Regrettably we did locate the trail and already at the outset it was there as an omen which we ignored!!!!!!!!!!BEWARE! MUD UP AHEAD as small patches came into view. Talya's bike breakdowns only helped to stall the inevitable encounter with the dreaded mud and as we finally hit the Yarkon trail it was everywhere and gathering momentum. David at some point was heard to call it a MUD-HIM ride. MUD I know but who is HIM? Mudhim it was, as we retreated back to dry ground of HH only to meet up with another obstacle. The seasonal Hikers of Hod Hasharon event was on, with the local myriads out for a stroll, whom David did manage to quickly circumvent. To appease the masses he led us uphill to the lofty heights of the former HH rubbish tip, now a great lookout point. We reached the top for a magnificent view of a perfect Autumn day. The mud, now forgotten, was replaced by oohs and ahs and a memorial photo was shot to mark the historic return to the lofty point. Yes, another renewal after a decade and a reminder that it's worth mounting more often. At some point on our return home, Yona took the reins and steered us to a new watering hole in HH. The gallery photos tell the story but unless you look for it, there's little mud to be seen! Did I dream a dream or was it a Mudhim ride in fact? Talya won the prize of most muddied rider "hands down". Or should I say "feet up". Going by the state of her shoes it was the latter.
A wonderful ride as usual with moments of drama and amazing weather. If you think this is muddy just think... we have three months of rain up ahead! Rumour has it that David is plotting another Yarkon winter ride so don't rush to clean your bikes just yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ride Report - Sat. Nov. 1, 2014 - Home Patch Ride Report - By Michal
Two south Africans, a Hungarian, a Brit and a nut job meet up at 07:30 am...
The weather forecast promised storms that would be appropriate for the Mayans predictions of December 2012... All suited up with rain coats we rode off to the unknown.
It didn't take long to realize that the raincoats were kind of useless and those who were scared of the rain missed out on a great ride.
The route was quite routine but the company had a different vibe than usual... A bag of worms was open when I decided to quote Bibi's new nickname (chicken sh** for those who don't listen to the news). The rest of the ride had become a political one with John continuing endlessly as only he can on the subject. A little break from politics was due to David, who stopped a random kid and his mother as he noticed that the child's tire needed air. A job and a mitzvah well done and we were back on our bikes just to find some graffiti to ignite John back to BIbi...
My ADD and the lack of trees had me staring at the skies, mesmerized by mother nature and the amazing cloud formation.
A few puddles, on the way near cinema city, if puddles is the correct term for the water reaching just above our pedals... At this point i noticed that John had caught some "sea weed" on his chain. Talia rode ahead to tell David and Anna to stop and wait while we treated his bike. We did not smoke the weed but were "high" for most of the ride so who knows...
Up the stairs over the bridge and down the other side to discover that Bar Refaeli, a constant at this place, has moved, leaving some advertising space for whoever is interested.
Anna leading us to a new path taking us to the view of Herzelia beach from above, where John brought politics back to the table as he took a photo of some "big pricks".
For the rest of our ride John and i were yanking Talia's chains, figuratively, not literally for a change all the way to breakfast and a bit after...
At this point the clouds started to shift, making us think that we might actually see the wrath that was promised. I personally felt like we were in a scene from "Twister" looking straight into the black clouds thinking that no storm is too strong for our crew...
A great breakfast at "Tapuz", only after a few raindrops made us move inside...
The vibe was cynical and whimsical... So much fun for a ride that was supposed to be wet and challenging.
To all the lazy bums and scaredy cats who stayed in bed, you really did miss out on a fun ride!
Bicycle Unit of the Civil Guard (Mishmar Ezrahi), The Department of Community Affairs and the Civil Guard of the
Israeli Police Force in conjunction with the Israel Cyclists' Association call
on you to join the Cycling Unit of the Civil Guard.
Volunteer Now .
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THE BOTTOM LINE ! : ALL RIDERS PARTICIPATING IN THE CLUB'S ACTIVITIES MUST ACCEPT THAT THE CLUB
CONSISTS OF A GROUP OF INDIVIDUALS, FOND OF RIDING IN EACH OTHERS COMPANY, ON
THE BASIS OF UNDERSTANDING THAT NO ONE TAKES OR BEARS ANY RESPONSIBILITY FOR
OTHERS AND EACH IS FULLY RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS OWN LIFE, HEALTH AND BELONGINGS.