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I married a mechanic. He fixed things before most people noticed that \u200ethey needed fixing: loved machinery especially old, forgotten and \u200ebroken-down challenges. Taking machines apart to discover how they \u200eworked was a warm passion of his. He was always up for a challenge. \u200eTo be honest, it was probably the meager \u201ckibbutznik\u201d budget which \u200eset the stage this hobby. A \u201conce upon a time\u201d \u201ckibbutznik\u201d, he drove \u200etractors from a tender age. A hefty portion of his free time was spent \u200eon the back of renovated Vespas, Lambrettas and the likes (scooters) \u200ewith his mischievous classmates racing along the forest trails of the \u200einfamous JNF amusement park (nah, but they definitely made it \u200etheirs) behind the kibbutz. While in the army he diligently saved every \u200elira so that he could purchase and renovate an old BSA motorcycle.\u200e<\/p>\n

Over the years the motorcycle was discarded. Children came next. The \u200enew pastime became off road jeep trips. Hubby loved being a part of \u200ethe rich Israeli backdrop. He was in his element there amidst the other \u200efamilies and jeeps: a youngster on his lap clasping the wheel (shush\u2026!), \u200ecamping, good food and a bonfire with oh so vocal narratives\u2026\u200e<\/p>\n

Although I enjoyed our trips together, I could not help but feel \u200eannoyed to be on the wrong side of the windshield…<\/h2>\n

We passed so \u200emany trails and ways to explore the countryside on the right side out! \u200eAt first I kept my thoughts to myself until it became too painful to \u200ehold them in. We found a way to bring a bike along on our trips. The \u200ebest part of our jeep trips were when I was outside of the jeep trailing \u200ebehind on my makeshift mountain bike (a citybike with wider and \u200esturdier tires).\u200e<\/p>\n

In time, I was able to persuade him to get on a bike and we were able \u200eto bike as a family.<\/h2>\n

We especially loved heading down to the Dead Sea \u200efor the Har Sdom Races and bike together on the family route. While \u200ehe enjoyed the family adventure and the pristine scenery, he suffered \u200efrom the very hard tailed bikes and the unbreathable helmet. It was \u200ealways a challenge to get him back on a bike.\u200e<\/p>\n

My partner was never enthusiastic with regards to physical activity. \u200eLooking back, I might have called him a couch potato but for the fact \u200ethat he was never one to sit hours on end in front of the boob tube.\u200e<\/p>\n

For many years I mountain biked on a makeshift ride. Hubby surprised \u200eme for our twenty fifth anniversary with a brand new full suspension \u200edream ride.<\/p>\n

My excitement was Intense! Whoops, strike that; Giant it \u200ewas indeed!\u00a0\u200e\u200e\u200eMy darling, however, set himself up for a deep fall\u2026\u200e \u200e<\/h3>\n

It wasn\u2019t but a week before he bought himself a similar steed so that \u200ewe could ride together.<\/p>\n

There are moments in which a seemingly \u200einnocent decision is life changing. This was one of those moments. \u200e<\/h3>\n

In the beginning when we rode I would be far ahead. I would ride \u200eforward and circle back until he caught up. He would be fatigued, \u200edeeply flushed and grasping for air. My guy was out of shape, to say \u200ethe least \u2026 \u200e<\/p>\n

At the end of a vacation abroad, he returned while I stayed on for an \u200eextended visit with family. He was determined to get into shape and \u200ejustify his heavy investment. Day after day he rode his bike in a major \u200eeffort to conquer the hill and recover his breath. Two weeks later, \u200ewhen I returned, I came face to face with the sparks of change.\u200e<\/p>\n

What began as a stubborn effort to shape up ended in a passionate \u200elove for a \u201cprimitive\u201d motor-less two wheeler\u2026\u200e<\/h3>\n

\u200e\u200e\u200eToday my honey climbs the walls when an obstacle comes between \u200ehim and his ride. His two wheeled love changed him to the core. \u200eObviously his health report card\u2019s grades are up, way up. He is in top \u200eform and if he appears flushed it\u2019s just because he has been out with \u200ehis bike in the sun for too long. More importantly, he is a changed \u200eman: more relaxed, open and simply \u200e<\/h2>\n

\u200e\u200e\u200eH a p p y ! ! !<\/h1>\n

\u200e\u200e\u200eIt is a pleasure to be \u200ein his midst\u2026\u200e<\/h2>\n

\u200e\u200e\u200eThis would be an excellent opportunity to give gratitude to the man \u200ewho has been at my side through thick and thin for more than thirty \u200efive years. I always thought that I was the flexible one in this \u200epartnership\u2026 \u200f<\/p>\n

\u200e\u200e\u200eThank you my love for all of your acrobatic gymnastic \u200etwists, turns and flips that you happily perform with style, grace and \u200elove while you edit my unique style of Heblish (Hebrew-English).\u200f<\/h3>\n

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I do \u200enot take this for granted. Thank you!<\/h2>\n
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May I reacquaint you with the magic of physical activity?\u200e<\/span><\/h3>\n

\u200e\u2666 Releases \u201cfeel good\u201d endorphins.\u200e
\n\u200e\u2666 Reduces pain.\u200e
\n\u200e\u2666 Reduces anxiety.\u200e
\n\u200e\u2666 Dramatically improves physical report card on all levels.\u200e
\n\u200e\u2666 Increases muscle mass and bone density.\u200e
\n\u200e\u2666 Invigorating!\u200e
\n\u200e\u2666 Always leaves you wanting more!\u200e<\/p>\n

\u200e\u200e\u200eFind and embrace the movement which moves you.<\/h3>\n

Never \u200estop dancing through life!\u200e<\/h3>\n
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Kitchen Cues…\u200e<\/h2>\n

Couch Potato (Inspired by Hasselback Potato)<\/h3>\n

\u200eWash potatoes well (no need to peel).\u200e\"potato\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The potatoes can be precooked in boiling water for 10 \u200eminutes.\u200e<\/p>\n

Cool.\u200e<\/p>\n

Place a potato on a large metal or wooden spoon and slice \u200euntil the knife reaches the spoon (about 7\/8ths of the way \u200ethrough).\u200e<\/p>\n

Wash the sliced potatoes well while making an effort to wash \u200ebetween the slices. Rinsing the starchy residue away will allow \u200ethe \u201cfan\u201d to open wide. \u200e<\/p>\n

Brush the potatoes with coconut oil. Make an effort to brush \u200einside the cuts.\u200e<\/p>\n

Sprinkle coarse salt and fresh rosemary on top of the potatoes.\u200e<\/p>\n

Bake at 180-200 degrees Celsius.\u200e<\/p>\n

The couch potatoes will open up like a fan when they are \u200eready.\u200e<\/p>\n

Bon app\u00e9tit!\u200e<\/h3>\n
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