I do not know what the longest running tradition of our club, but an early spring trip over the North Sea Canal is measured against the age of the club sure has been a long-running tradition. A very good and pleasant tradition moreover, because just before Easter is the most beautiful nature with lambs in the pasture, budding bulbs, fresh green meadows, buttons languishing in bushes and trees and cheerful getwieter of all kinds of birds who get reproductive urge. Couple that with a landscape of dunes, dikes, canals and polders, views of church towers and waterways, and you know why a big part of our club on Good Friday, not at home on the couch or the kitchen garden depends on sowing is.
However, the weather will quite often be changeable at this time of the year and one for me unknown reason, the timing is different every year. Apparently, the death and resurrection of our Christian prophet at various times confessed calendar. It seems to have something to do with the moon phase. That together have a recipe for a laborious fashion advice for this trip. One year short sleeves and bare knees with sunscreen on the nose, another year overshoes, balaclavas and extra thick gloves. But it is always bicycle bar! Sometimes we see the gray wet splashes of shell grit of the dune paths. Sometimes there eyes and nostrils dichtgespetterd of the dike clay. Sometimes we see threatening skies with terrifying flashes of light at a distance. Sometimes there appears to be a lot of snow have fallen at lunchtime. But it is always bicycle bar, if we are riding bicycles!
This year it was cold, very cold and long cold. Nature still lacked any semblance of a budding spring. The pastures on which the beginning of March acidic fertilizer is spread, have subsequently suffered from a relentless cold arid NE wind and showed yellow-gray hues. The vegetation in the dunes had a real winter color beige tinted undergrowth with gray drawing of woody plants. The sky attracted only occasionally open and fell here and there fine dry snow. Seated on the bike, Surrounded by your sports friends, dressed up and used to the conditions, however,, go enjoy the environment. Once again this year. Particular field colors, beautiful airing, impressive that late ice Viola Odorata. Especially those ijskraag along the IJsselmeer Rand, of blown up frozen water on the shore.
Some members were on stage heat was on an island off the African coast and wanted it gained bike fitness display performed by many kopwerk and early to attract the sprints. That allowed the club. The new president departed from the starting southbound. That allowed the club, we went north. One member was given after each break enough inner change time for fresh rubber Afrikaans. We waited quietly. A brother with beach race condition was flying back and forth from head to tail. We saw it with mild. The other brother cycled back and forth with one thing on a stick. We left him alone. If a bunch (on)striking each stroke. Wij raakten niet opgewonden. Wij waren aan het genieten. Van het buitenfietsen, van de omgeving, van elkaar, van de klets of de stilte, van de koffie en de lunch, van de dropjes op de pont. Een zeer genietbare traditie kortom, ook deze keer weer. Tradities groeien. Tradities, daar doe je moeite voor om er bij te zijn, al is het even.
Kor van Hateren
Geweldig geschreven Kor, Complimenten !
Goed geschreven Kor! jij kan deze makkelijke tocht zo beschrijven alsof we er moeite voor moest doen 😉
Bijzonder weer hoe Kor deze fietstocht beschrijft. Ik heb erg genoten van deze fiets tocht en dat heeft Kor heel goed in woorden uitgedrukt. Fantasties
beautifully Kor!!
With the video of Pierre and the text of Kor I experienced the cold, but wating. Beautiful and lasting memories. Well done guys!
beautifully Kor! An intense joy and satisfaction falls down on me after reading your poetic words.
Great text, Pure poetry, delightful addition of a great dag.Bedankt Kor!! Is the enrollment for 2014 al open?
Kor, what a beautiful piece of poetry!