by Ros Roucher
The scar under my right knee helps me not forget Sde Boker. On my right arm, the scar that helps me not forget Jerusalem has become very faint. Remembering both is Redemption.
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| Ros Roucher on the 2003 Israel Ride |
Participating in the first Israel Ride served as a bridge between the Israel of Jerusalem and the Israel of Sde Boker then to - a journey that brought me into the landscape (think Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.) Seen from a bird's-eye view, we connected the dots. Follow our path as we zig-zagged from the center of the country to the south. See how we spoke the modern language of flat tires and skinned knees in the language of our ancestors. See how we marked a modern observance in an ancient land when we commemorated Yom HaShoah together in Ashkelon. See how we brought our love for Israel and the work of our legs to express our commitment to improving the land, to strengthening relationships with Israel's neighbors, and to transforming the spiritual into something physical (and vice-versa). Standing at the grave of Ben Gurion and viewing below a landscape we had scaled, we were the link between the land of our biblical ancestors and the land of Ben Gurion's vision.
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| The 2003 Israel Ride at Mitzpe Ramon |


Ros - I loved your post. In college a motorcycle riding friend said almost the exact same thing about it; there were those who had put their bikes down, and there were those who hadn't put their bikes down - yet! When I got my first road bike the salesman told me I would fall three times before I got the hang of it.
ReplyDelete:) thank you!
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