Twelve of us gathered for the usual Saturday ride. However we dwindled down to eleven as Dina's bike malfunctioned even after Ted's several attempts to repair it. So Dina went back to her warm bed and we were ready to start.
However we had NO LEADER! After a short discussion Ted suggested that we should ride on dry ground toward the Marina and cross back at the Cinema City. Uri was volunteered to lead us.
Just before getting to the Marina the route was changed to "soft ground" to prove that we are field riders.
By 9 o'clock we were debating either to cross over to Cinema City and go home, or ride a bit further towards Tel Aviv. Well, we added a few more miles to Tel Baruch where we had a chance to peep at the sea, beautiful as usual. There were some sailing boats far out and lots of seagulls making white lines on the water as they were swimming together. The most important thing is that there was an opportunity for Michal to climb on something. It was just the rail on the promenade, as there wasn't any horse or a tree in the vicinity. Got back to the bridge at Cinema City and rode back to Sheva-Kohavim through the orchards of Bat Galim where some horse riders passed by and there we also stopped for a few minutes to watch enthusiastic model airplane flyers showing off their skills. Yochi joined us, first time after her big fall and managed the whole route very well. We had our snack/beer/coffee at Tapuz, not praising the place. At one point Michal and I missed the green light, so we were left behind, but luckily got back safe and sound.
The weather was nice a bit cold so I kept my sweater on to keep me warm. One thing I don't understand; How did I managed to get my shoes so muddy?! It meant to be a ride on dry ground...
6.30am. There are dark clouds on the horizon (very ominous) but the sun is peeping through and there's no wind. The weather forecast was "RAIN"! Oh, what the hell, I decided to get dressed and go to the meeting point and see who else pitched up. I ventured outside with my bike and pedalled 250 metres to the starting point. I was freezing! & others decided as I had, with Ingride being the only rose amongst the thorns. Well done Ingride!
Shortly after 7.30am we pedalled off with Haim leading the way and our sweep today was David. Trusty Ted didn't show up. Maybe he knew something we didn't.
We cycled to Weitzman Street and then tuned West making our way passed the Cemetery and then North along a somewhat muddy path. On the way down to the Cemetery it started to drizzle so we made a stop at the cemetery to enable Hylton to don his rain gear. As soon as he had, yes, you guessed it, the drizzle stopped!
On we pedalled crossing the level crossing between Kfar Shmaryahu and the Shefayim railway siding, making our way up towards the Coastal Road, our intention being to circle the lake at Yaqum and then head for home. The sky had darkened! Half way around the lake it happened. The heavens opened up and the rain started in various degrees of ferocity. To put it mildly, there was a bloody downpour!!! Rain suits proved not to be rainproof (except for David's jacket). In minutes I was drenched. Every time I hit a bump there was a distinctive "Squish" from the padding of my riding shorts and I am sure the water sprayed out from the sides of my saddle!!!!We sought refuge under a bridge but it really didn't help. The damage was done the the longer we stood out of the rain , the colder we got! So, what the hell! In for a penny, in for a pound. We decided to ride on, taking a route only along tarred roads.
Most of the mud that our bikes had collected was washed off. (Less to clean when we got home). All except yours truly, Ingride and David, decided to head straight for home. The three of us stopped at Aroma, Park Mall, for a very, very light snack. By the time we made it to Aroma the rain had stopped but I (and Ingride) were freezing. A quick cup of coffee to warm our innards and we were off again, homeward bound.
My summary of today's ride. Great company, something different, enjoyable (for me), somewhat "squishy" and definitely very wet and cold. Oh that I had taken my yellow "Banana suit". I could have kept nice and dry (and warmer)! BUT, the end of the story is we're all still smiling. Have a great week and be prepared for lots of rain in the next few days.
15 courageous Cyclenixers stood up to the challenge on this most amazing spring day in the middle of January.
We all pitched up at the entrance to Kfar Uriya all ready to take on the promised hills but first the debate about where not to turn like last time.
The route was quite simple, Burma Road and Derech Ha'psalim. These paths, which are now mostly paved, are full of our history, our heritage and our future. Looking out to the horizon, beyond the hills and through the forests are villages. On the other side every so on was a park with benches and jungle gyms. Who would have guessed that this was once just a mountain with a small path that was used wisely to overcome our enemies.
An occasional memorial monument to remember the many who gave their lives so that we can enjoy riding these paths. Uri brought cake and asked us to stop at a park so that we can take a few minutes to remember his father in law Zvi, who originally fought for the Hungarian army in the Second World War and then came to Israel and joined the mule brigade.
I couldn't even begin to imagine how rough the terrain must have been back then and what these courageous men must have gone through. Today a lot of these roads are paved which made it much easier for us to ride but still a climb is a climb and it can get to you some times. While pedalling up all the hills I had many songs playing in my head. Some more obvious than others so please forgive me for quoting Miley Cyrus but I feel the lyrics fit...
"There's always gonna be another mountainWhoever came this morning was not expecting an easy ride and we got what we wanted but we got so much more as well. We got to breath the amazing fresh air, feel the warm spring day. We got to witness this most amazing scenery, stop and smell the flowers. We got to get to spend great quality time with one another. And we definitely got to conquer our own personal challenges on today's ride.
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb"
Seven of us, "The Magnificient Seven", Ilan, Yvette, Barbara, Frances, Megan, Merrill and yours truly, met at our usual spot at 8am (we got in an extra 30 minutes sleep) and set out on a route that we have traversed many times, via Rishpon, up the hill to the fields of statues, through Shefayim, passed the Sharon Coast nature reserve, onto Gaash, around the golf course and then onto Batzra with a final breakfast stop at Landwers where we were joined by Jules. The weather was perfect and the trail not too muddy after the resent rains.
What was different about today's ride was that after an absence of a good few months Megan was back in the saddle with us and I was riding a new (for me) bike.
For a few years now David has been trying to persuade me to dispose of my bike and upgrade to a carbon framed and I have always resisted, with a, "there's nothing wrong with my bike"!
Well, Michal is obviously a better salesman, because, a few days ago she called to tell me she'd found a "good deal" carbon bike that she was sure would suit me. So, on Thursday, she accompanied me up North to the Krayot just North of Haifa to view the bike and I brought the bike home with me (A Specialised Stumpjumper) and today I "tried it out". My world of cycling has changed! What a difference. Thank you Michal, and to David, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before!!!!! I cannot believe the difference!
We covered about 30 kms and everyone enjoyed the ride(especially me), the company and the breakfast at the end of the ride.
See you all next week.
I have learned to only trust Google when it comes to the weather forecast. It is extremely accurate even a week before. The entire week I have been saying like a mantra "there will be no rain" partially aggravated with people who go according to other weather reports and partially convincing myself that I will ride regardless!
A dozen courageous Cyclenixers refused to let the weather be an issue! They geared up with rain coats, layers of clothing, long gloves etc. me on the other hand... "There will be no rain!!"
With the confidence that it will get as warm as 18 degrees came as I always do (the grown up in me made sure that I have a long sleeve shirt in my bag just in case. We headed up Ahuza all the way to the park to discover that we had already lost a rider to a puncture. We continued towards Herzelia where David let Ted guide us in a new path to Ramat Hasharon all on pavements and inner roads all to avoid the mud.
Passing the very fancy cemetery, on a bit muddy terrain with a few puddles we got to Cinema City. Sadly we did not stop to catch a movie. All with our bikes in the air we crossed on the bridge over road no. 2 in a nice single line.
John who was like a proud peacock modelling his new haute couture yellow wind breaker brought traffic to a halt when he attempted to take a picture of the oncoming traffic. Luckily the driver only slowed down and he didn't cause an accident.
Bar Refaeli is always the topic of discussion at this point since she usually looks down at us from above. Not today though... but for the record some of the guys missed her presence, the ladies not so much ;-)
We continued to Herzelia all the way to the cliff that is always a pain. Whether it's the strong winds, the long sandy or muddy stretch it always seems to drain me of my energy. The view though is always amazing.
Via the marina, along the beach, and climbing up to Ramat Yam street. This was the moment where we realized that the most important question has not yet been asked or answered! Where are we going to have our breakfast stop?!?! After a quick vote, Aroma Raanana was the choice of the day.
In a long straight path going up and up and up some more on Menachem Begin leading us to Yerushalayim and straight to Aroma at Lev Hapark. John refused to let me pay my share for our breakfast and confiscated my credit card. I joked about it and told Frances that my card was stolen till John returned it to me. We all had a great breakfast stop, enjoyed the quality time together and each continued on their way.
On my way home I discovered that my credit card is missing and had to cancel it and order another one. So I guess the joke was on me after all... we were just shy of 28 km's and guess what... IT DIDNT RAIN!!!!
First you don't succeed...
well we didn't really try last week since the weather brought the management to cancel the ride. In retrospect it seems like it was a smart move since the terrain was still a bit muddy after an entire week of sun.
22 riders all suited up for a cold winter's day. We welcome Tracy who joined us today to get back on the saddle after a riding injury. This ride is exactly as I remembered it from the last time we did it. I recall a lot of trying to find our way, crossing over the main road etc... I guess after repeating all the same wrong turns and blocked off paths the next time we do it will be ice-cream! (Third time ice cream, translated from Hebrew, I know you say third time's a charm but I like ice cream more!)
Not too far into trying to cross over again and again we had a small casualty. Yochi was off her bike and injured her arm, I accompanied her to the nearest petrol station for her husband to come and fetch her. We all wish her a speedy recovery and hope to see her soon! We crossed over road no.4 and finally succeeded in getting into the fields of Geulei Teman. We rode through the tall grass all wet from the dew and built a new single.
I call it the Cyclenix single. Stuart was trying to convince us to try and make crop circles and leave the Cyclenix logo for all alien believers to come and appreciate.
We finally made it to Nahal Alexander!!
Dodging the people who were enjoying the great outing weather, we rode happily along all the way down to the beach. We had a great nice stop and photo opportunity, enjoyed the amazing view, fresh air and company.
On our bikes again we rode alongside the coast. Going up the cliff, constantly pedalling through the sandy sand. We all dropped our gears and gave it our best and I think almost all made it through the very long patch of sand.
After 28 km's we all arrived to our cars all happy that the rain gave us a break for a week so we could enjoy this wonderful easygoing ride. We hope that next time David remembers not to use the same route for this ride so we can skip all the road crossing for next time. On the other hand it gives me stuff to write about...
the majority of the riders all went on to enjoy a nice breakfast stop at Aroma in Rupin.
And last but not least, a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our Rafi :)
About 15 of us set out with two new people to enjoy a crisp winter's day. Well early on the newbies decided we weren't their cup of tea... and deserted. Their loss! We had a lovely ride, covering around 28 km with a bit of everything: good views, a bit of sand, water, mud and of course a hill or two.
No winter ride would be complete without a naartjie break (tangerines or clementinos to those not familiar with the South African lingo...). And of course we need the action of a puncture (Meir) and a fall (Barbara).
Since I never really know where I am... we were on familiar routes... some of them backwards.... but since all roads lead to coffee, we ended up at Arcaffe where Anna joined us. Thanks to David for a lovely ride and all the others that added to the discussion of "Which way should we go"....!!
Twelve riders showed up at the Ramat Gan Stadium and we made our way into Park Leumi and on to the Tyelet along the beachfront. Riding through the park amongst the early morning joggers and walkers in the cold morning air is always very pleasant. From there we rode through the Tel Aviv Port and then along the Beachfront. The new cycle paths along the coast certainly make for much safer riding (for the cyclists and the pedestrians!).
Eventually we reached the port of Jaffa, but, instead of going on to Bat Yam we doubled back into the Susanne Dellal and Neve Tzedek neighborhoods. The old buildings and narrow streets were quaint and quiet and riding through the Carmel Shuk's empty streets was certainly vastly different from the hustle and bustle during the week.
Our "breakfast" stop was at Max Brenner on Rothschild Boulevard. Then it was back to the cars via Rothschild and Ibn Gvirol streets and the Hayarkon Park which was now teeming with pedestrians, other cyclists and joggers, out enjoying the cold air and bright sunshine. Another very pleasant 27 km ride (in cool weather for a change) was now part of Cyclenix archives.
Shabbat morning, the alarm clock was ringing...
For the first time, in quite some time I thought that maybe I should just sleep in. This is usually a sign that winter is here but even though it is the end of November winter seems to be light years away. With no excuse, I got out of bed and rushed to our meeting spot.
7:30 am, 20 of us gathered up for such a lovely ride. Merrill and Sydelle didn't even make it out of the parking lot and needed to stop to fill up air breaking the record for fastest malfunction ever! Needless to say, they caught up with us very fast.
We rode out of Ra'anana heading north to Batzra and Bnei Zion through the blooming citrus orchards continuing towards Tel Yizhak. The first half of the ride had a few up hills and the sandy sand that our area has been blessed with. Surprisingly, the sand this time had a bit more of a closer to the sea kind of feeling to it. It wasn't dry but just a bit damp and had been turned over to give us just a bit more of a challenge. The up hills were familiar but came one after the other, not leaving us to much time to get over the previous one and catch our breath.The biggest challenge of today was the "big climb" Merrill did it first and was standing at the top yelling her lungs out to encourage us all to do it. One after the other, the majority of us gave it our best shot and the most succeeded.
After 16 km's Merrill, Sydelle and Uri took a shorter route home while the rest of us continued on our way. The ride from this point was very easy going and just pure fun!
We continued east to Udim, the scenery was all very well known but there was something a bit different today. The weather couldn't have been more perfect, the fields were all bright green, trees were calling, nature at its finest! After a quick phone call to assure our place at Landwer, we headed back south through Yakum, Bnei Zion and Batzra all enjoying the great quality time together. I definitely tried to practice my new technical riding skills that I just recently learned, causing me almost to get dizzy going around in circles... also getting people to wonder if a girl can go left around the circle and not only right.
We all got to Landwer happy to sit and enjoy breakfast after doing 38 km's of pedalling. The beer was flowing, the food was yummy and we were all happy! For a morning that I almost didn't get out of bed it really turned out perfect! I know that, happy smiling friends are always waiting for me to join for the ride. So till next week...
Same place, same time, just like the cheers theme song goes:
"where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came;
you want to go where people know,
people are all the same;
you want to go where everybody knows your name."
We started off in two groups driving to the super mini -forest of Ben Shemen as some of us thought that interpretations of instructions are best left to Historians and decided we like the previous start location better, irrespective of interpretations!
Some twenty of us made the effort on a beautiful morning with perfect weather. Among returning riders were Boaz,Yael and Ayelet , the latter driving our average age spiraling downwards. We departed working our way thru the throngs of riders. The price of long easy down-hills is quickly rewarded by challenging up-hills and today was no exception as we were soon wheezing to reach the summit of our now notorious "Lookout" (recovery room). Having no warm-up makes this climb ever more of a struggle. But up we made it in time to take a couple of breathers and take in the stunning panorama. John groaned but made it like all of us. Boy, does he love down-hills.
We managed to repair Rafi's perplexing puncture and we are still inclined to blame my pump which I continue to deny vigorously. So up another hill and yet another and to make things worse we encountered hundreds of families out for the day walking on OUR trails. Such HutzpaHHHHHH!!! Another several up-hills with John's well deserved moans growing louder. But he did continue in heroic fashion and even reveled in the singles. Patching up Yael and Haim was in ER fashion. Too many nurses... Almost at the end several rebels played "don't follow the leader and were soon declared MIA . Several calls later we redirected them and regrouped but not before several other leaderless riders returned to the parking thinking the ride was over. We recovered some bodies and set off after David to Tel Fadid A view and snacks were in order followed by a charge back to the cars and home. Another ride fit for superlatives.
Rock, grand, mystical, overcrowded, piney, cool, damp, breezy, stony, risky, single kids, strollers are just of the images and senses that come to mind.
Thanks to David!!!!!!!!!
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