August 21, 2024
Wednesday

The alarm sounded at 4:45am. I had to immediately shut it so as not to awake my roommate. He planned to sleep in a little bit, but for me, timing today was precise. Everything was on a set schedule, and I cannot lose precious minutes in what will be a very busy morning. Knowing I had very little sleep last night, where I slept some time after 2:30am, plus I may have woken in middle of the night, I needed to still make the most of my morning regardless. Quietly, I put on a white shirt, suit jacket, and black hat, and grabbed my bicycle that was sitting in the room (and not the bike room). My bike had cheering cowbells on them, and I was nervous it would wake my roommate. I do not wish to disturb his slumber. I grabbed several phones to document the morning, put on my contact lenses, and carefully exited the room, and as trying as possible, shut down door and preventing it from clicking when it shuts. Unfortunately, I have not mastered to quietly sneak out of the room using hotel doors, so it did make a loud click upon leaving. I am such a terrible person. Certainly all these noises surely woke him up. I couldn't worry about that. He understood our mission. I walked my bike down the hallway to the stairwell, and luckily since I was only one flight up, it was not a difficult exit. The stairway led directly into the parking lot, and I hopped on my bike, and traveled across the parking lot to the other side where Bike4Chai awaited. This morning was pretty cold for a mid-August. It was somewhere between 45-50°F! The forecast said it would only get to a high of 65°F max today, which I think is a big blessing and relief for me, compared to last year! It's like I would be riding in air conditioning all day!

I entered into a different entrance of the convention center, and parked my bike in the vestibule of the sliding doors, and made my way into the lobby of the convention center. I went directly into room designed to be the shul, and it was perfect timing.
At 5:15am, It was just a few minutes to earliest time to put on talis and tefillin (approximately 5:24am). I found two people who are members of the shul I daven in Borough Park, CROWN1 and CROWN2. I took some selfies with them, and then I proceeded to find a seat, and start my morning davening. At this point, the room quickly became crowded. During this time, I actually was able to see familiar faces, such as CLEVHTSCHILDHOOD, someone whom our family grew up with in Cleveland, and TENTDR, another neighbor of my brother's in Edison. As it passed 5:24am, everyone in the room put on their tallesim and tefillin. After davening, I took selfies with even more people, such as BALACYN from last year's rest stop.

I ate a quick breakfast, something simple like eggs and bananas. Protein and potassium. I wanted to already change into my jersey. At 6:15am, with the sun peeking above the trees past the parking lot, there was a beautiful red orb, and the sky orange and pink surrounding it. I positioned myself so that the sunrise is glowing in between the start line for the perfect photo. And while I was there, I would take one with my bike under the start line, still with my hat, jacket, and tefillin. No, I won't be riding looking like a yeshiva bochur. Goodness.
By the time I was in my hotel room, the sun's red orb turned bright yellow, and has risen higher in the sky. I hear the music from the DJ's speakers already playing across the lot, sending vibrations to the entire resort. It was getting close to the start line. I switched into my Jerseys, collected my GoPro spare batteries, battery packs, and anything else I may need for my ride. 

I took my bike again, riding it across the parking lot to the other side. Something felt off about my wheel. I got off my bike, and spun it. It didn't spin. It stopped short. Oh no. Good thing I caught that. I took it to the mechanics in the Bike Fitter room. They promptly raised the bike on a rack to take a look at it. They tweaked it up a little, and I was good to go again. 
Seeing I still had some time, I returned to the breakfast room to pick up anything else I may eat.
In a few minutes, I came out to the start line. TENTDR was there with EXECUTIVEDIRECTOR, and he wanted to say something. I quickly pulled out my phone so that he was able to say it on camera. As the DJ's music seemed to start in unison with EXECUTIVEDIRECTOR's message, he began, "Good morning, guys. I'm telling you, George Hincapie and Cadel Evans say there's no ride in the world that's as well run as this one. Enjoy guys!" as he concluded, the DJ announced, "AAAHHHH riders! 646 in the house! How you doing? You ready to do this?" he looks at me "That's the way to do it! You're not cold! Short sleeves, and everything, huh? I'm freezing! But the music is gonna warm me up!" he sees his photographer friend and runs out to greet him with a bear hug.

I found a spot for myself near the front of the corral. I wanted to get good footage of the ribbon cutting with my GoPro and phones. As 7:30 approached, the ribbon cutting ceremony was about to commence. 
As more and more riders gathered, the corral started filling up fast. I stood behind Team Meridian and the new team, Team Mexico. Mexico had so much energy. They were dancing up and down while holding each other's shoulders. The camera crew came in to the corral to film them. I joined in to their dance. 
At 7:45m, The leaders of Bike4Chai made some quick announcements, wishing us a safe ride. 772 of Team Unity Riders sang the America's national anthem, and 54 of Team Meridian sang Hatikva, the Israeli National Anthem, as well as the misheberach. And they had 106 of Team Syclist, a seasoned cyclist, saying Tefilas Haderech over the mic. After the prayer, they told the DJ to get the music going. 

After the music started playing, the photographers took a group photo using a drone, as well as land photographers and video team from the ground. They began the countdown. A young girl in a wheelchair from Camp Simcha took the ceremony scissors, and cut the red ribbon, giving the permission for the riders to began the long journey ahead of them. I was among the few, and as I rode through Kalahari's parking lot, I saw two riders leaving the line of riders, and going back into the parking lot. That gave me the idea to return to the back of the corral and ride through the start line once more. Each group of numbers were given their own countdowns before departing. This gave each riders a chance to stand under the start line, get their photos taken, get counted down, and leave too. I didn't realize they did this last year. Regardless, this gave me another chance to get captured by the photographers.
After 2 rounds of going through the start line, I finally left Kalahari. 

Last year we made a left right away on Fairview Ave. Today we kept going down PA-314 and turned right Summit Road. As I biked along Summit Road, I saw one of the riders whose gears locked up, and because they had clips on their pedals, they fell off the bike and got stuck. He was okay. But it made me nervous realizing clips are dangerous. Since the video team was right there when it happened, they assisted right away and immediately flagged down a SAG vehicle. The rider explained his gears locked up.
Knowing he was in safe hands, I kept going. The route took us to Back Mountain Road, and we made a right turn. Immediately, I saw a sea of riders struggling up a steep hill. A lot, and I mean, a LOT, of riders just got off their bikes and walked up the hill. This hill proved too steep for many of the riders.
I didn't get off. I kept going, switching to the lowest gear, and pedaled, passing most of the riders. It was a long uphill road, and it kept going. As I pedaled up, I saw more and more riders walking their bikes. Even I was out of breath, but I still managed not to get off my bike. Not a lot of people talking. It was very quiet as people struggled. I mostly heard the late August crickets as I went up (as well as my cowbell I have attached to my bike).
After finally climbing up the challenging hill, we were greeted by two friendly cops at the intersection who was telling us to go right on Sullivan Trail, as well as one of them congratulating us for mastering the hill. I was taken aback. He only needed to direct traffic. But to know we just struggled over a tough hill, and congratulating us, I felt that he went above and beyond for that. A lot has just transpired, and we're only still on mile 5.
The weather was beautiful. It was cooler, in the 50s, and it was an overcast day.

As I continued down Sullivan Train we were warmly greeted by families and dog walkers at the side of the road cheering for us. It was amazing to see how many people cheer for us as we ride for these kids. The fact they came out and cheered us on gave me the determination to keep going. I could see how these people that we've never even met, cheered us on as if we were close friends. So many people out there who are familiar with Bike4Chai, know the cause, it sends ripples out to the world, and whoever can will be able to cheer us on, whether distant or where from far away. As I type this, I went on Strava to see how other athletes are doing. Some athletes from other countries could not travel to America, or who can't travel, but I see their posts. They have their own rides, their own hikes, their own runs, where they live. All for the same heart. For Camp Simcha. For Chai Lifeline. Someone posted Hike4Chai. I saw hikes in different parts in the country. I saw rides being done in Austria. Many titled themselves "Bike4Chai Without Borders". Knowing people all over the world are trying really hard to be supportive, it would make anyone's eyes water. 

As I passed the tunnel of I-380 around 8:30am, 834 greeted me as he passed me. An inspirational sign passed: "You can RIDE and not STRAVA it!" I told 831 I didn't really get it. He said "You can enjoy the ride and not look at other's statuses!" Referring to how competitive people get on the Strava app, a social networking app for athletes. There's Local Legends, King of Mountains (aka KOMs), and other levels of hierarchy. There's also how well you do goes up into a leaderboard on the stretch of road you've done (AKA "segments"). People get competitive real fast there. Everyone wants to be the KOM on any segment they ride. It's so easily competitive that people easily get lost in the app and not just enjoy themselves for the efforts they do. They need to beat the other person. They need to be the best.

At 8:35, I met 595 and we took a selfie together while our bikes were moving. This was a throwback to when I rode after work on May 22, and my bike experienced a flat in Prospect Park. He was in middle of a race, and he decided to pull away from the race to assist me with my flat. After a few moments, I appreciated him having to leave his race to help another yid. He ran back in to the race once he fixed it. What a character. After I did a lap around Prospect Park that day, I caught up to him, and he ran as I biked alongside him so that we can take a selfie together. I called this ride on Strava "Mitzvah Race & Ride". Present day, having the selfie done together like this shows the people in Bike4Chai are not about themselves. They're about caring for the next person, the camaraderie. This is what makes Bike4Chai so special. We're not racing. We're not being competitive. We're not trying to show off who has the better bike. We're not trying to boast how many miles we did over another. It's not about any of that. What matters is the smiles we create, and the tears we can't hold back when we are greeted by those children at the World's Greatest Finish Line.


At 8:45, I approached the first rest stop, Team NewRo Riders Rest Stop, at Blanche D Price Memorial Park. This was at mile 12. I was surprised there is a rest stop so soon. Last year I remembered there were rest stops about 15-20 miles. I guess because everyone just tackled a huge hill, they're making an early break. I know that a lot of seasoned cyclists will skip the rest stop and keep going to be one of the firsts back at the hotel, but I want to take advantage of every hospitality Bike4Chai offers in the field during the event. I have no reason to rush back to the hotel. Today is the day I long looked forward to since registration. I've been waiting for this day since Bike4Chai 2023. I want to live in the moment at every rest stop, every mile. I'll save the hotel for the end of the day. I love nature. If Bike4Chai says 2025 won't be a hotel but we'd be camping in the woods, I'm all for that. The rest stop was located behind the Tobyhanna Township hall, in the park. It was a long ride to the park, and arriving there was filled with energy of hundreds of riders already there. Jewish dance music was broadcasting in the speakers, and tables and coolers were set up with refreshments. A medic tent and mechanic tent were set up for any riders needing any sort of assistance. i grabbed a water bottle to drink, and a banana to snack on.
A group of riders were dancing with the rest stop volunteers, and I joined them. In that moment, I decided to forget about the ride, and continued dancing lively with the riders. There was so much energy pulsing throughout this stop. So much happiness and cheers. This is why I enjoy Bike4Chai. Sure, I can bike 100 miles. By mile 99, I'll probably be biking by myself at that point. Some riders already arrived back, some took the 50 mile route. But here, mile 12, I see a lot of riders, and the joy of dancing with other people as if we're all best friends is so worth it. I knew I should get back on the road. But I was in no hurry. So I danced and danced. 
after the dance, I quickly went to the medic tent to get an ibuprofen pill to make sure my sprained foot will not give me trouble. I remembered last year my neck grew sore when I climbed tough hills. Even during training, I've felt it again. Last year, the medical team gave me some Biofreeze and pain reliever medicine which helped. This year, I'll take that pain medication now before my neck becomes sore.
Afterwards, I put my phone down, and ran up to the rest stop volunteers and started a new dance with them. We put our hands in the air together, as we jumped singing "Ooooh oooooh oooo...  Am Yisroel, am Yisroel Chai!"
I checked out the coolers to see what they stock. In one cooler contained cans of Celsius drinks. Powerade. Gatorade zero. Coke. vitamin water. more Gatorade. vitamin water zero. Another table had waffles on a stick. Riders were enjoying this. Another table had fruits, protein batrs, energy bars, small pringles cups, pretzel bags. Vegetable sticks. Snack bags of olives. Pickles. On the other end were porta potties.  Sometimes the enjoyment can be the rest stops more than the hotel itself. The rides. Every little part of Bike4Chai is amazing. To just think how much work into making this event possible. The logistics of it all. The permission to have a rest stop in a park behind a town hall. I could only imagine how much joy and nachas towns and municipalities have to host one of the greatest bike rides on the planet for one of the most powerful causes. 

At 9:15, after a very energized rest stop of camaraderie, I decided to part ways and keep going. As I biked down the road, I realized I left my phone behind. I needed to go back. I returned back to the rest stop, and saw the crowd was getting thin as everyone hit the road again. I went to the picnic table where I put down my phone (from dancing with the volunteers), and picked it up again.
The ride continued through Pocono Lake, PA and through State Gamelands 127. Along this ride, the hills were pretty moderate. It was mostly flat, and whatever climbs there were, they were brief, and not steep at all. Other than that very first climb, so far this ride has not been too challenging. Along the way, I passed by two riders on handcycles escorted by several Bike4Chai riders. It's really inspiring to see the fact we have riders who are riding not just with their legs but with their feet too! And the fact that these other riders aren't speeding off but escorting the riders just show that Bike4Chai is not a race, but a message. An extremely powerful message that resonates.
At 9:45, mile 18, I crossed over I-380. I've always enjoyed crossing over highways. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe because of the bridges, I used to love bridges when I was a kid. Maybe it's because you get a brief scenic view. Maybe because in the middle of country roads, you see a busy road. Right after the highway, I entered Tobyhanna. I liked how in middle of Tobyhanna, in middle of the road was the railroad tracks. Even though there was a yellow RXR sign, Bike4Chai also added a sign: Caution: RR Crossing. As I crossed, I was cautious, and looked both ways. After passing the railroad tracks at 9:49, was Tobyhanna Army Depot. This was right before Rest Stop 2: Team T-Berg Rest Stop, located at Coolbaugh Township Municipal Park. 

I parked my bike at Team T-Berg Rest Stop at 9:54. I could hear the Jewish dance music from down the street, welcoming you to the energy of Bike4Chai and their exciting rest stops. They had tents set up in a little woods. The treat for this rest stop was Dragon Popcorn, candy coated popcorn. One of the rest stop volunteers offered me the popcorn, and I took a nice cupful. 790, 536 were getting their selfies taken by another. I quickly jumped in and photobombed their photo. The camaraderie was definitely showing as they smiled and angled their camera to get me in. Afterwards, I said "We should have giant Dropbox of all our collected pictures." 790 said "Yeah!"
634 wanted a pickle juice shot on camera, and I took a cup of pickle juice. We all raised our cups and 786 quickly poured a cup and we all shouted "For the kids! L'chaim!" And we all yelled CHUUUUUG!! while chugging down the pickle juice shots. This was my first time drinking pickle juice. They also served packets of olives, and I tried the Chili & Garlic flavored. It had a kick to it, and though it was spicy, I opted for more, telling everyone else how delicious they are.
Then the music switched to another song, and I was in a dancing mood. I saw some rest stop volunteers dancing, and I joined their energy. Just like the previous rest stop, I brought the excitement along, and danced gleefully as we made the most of the moment. 
I also saw 553 there, and wanted to get a selfie with him. Then I went to pick up my bike, and I smiled seeing 553's bike parked next to mine. 
At 10:15, I wanted to pull out and ride again, but before I do, I asked to get a selfie. 


At 10:30, I hit the road, and 3 riders were right behind me. I took a quick selfie with 488, 786, and 653 as I pulled out of the rest stop at 10:30.
727 asked me what my middle name was, and I said Avraham.
Continuing down the road from Team T-Berg Rest Stop, I continued riding with 488, 786, and 653 for a bit. Luckily, my GoPro was on and recording for the little moments that was about to transpire. They saw me catch up to them, and saw my GoPro was on. They started chanting "Kiva! Kiva! Kiva!" and asked to share this video. And I asked, which chat to send to them. I thought they said 756, but I think they really said "Akiva chat".
We quickly passed Tobyhanna Creek, and there was a dam separating Tobyhanna Lake and Tobyhanna Creek. It made me recall the times During my training at the Monsey Ride and BBQ, I passed by already four dams, and I still can't enough of them. Growing up in Cleveland, dams (and locks) were something in a geography book until I later learned of a dam in Lake View Cemetery in Cleveland Heights (where President Garfield is buried), and there is a dried up lock once part of the Ohio & Erie Canal in Cuyahoga Valley National Park. 
The dams in the Monsey Ride were:
1. Pompton Lakes Dam in Pompton Lakes, NJ
2. Raymond Dam in Wanaque, NJ
3. Lake Sebago Dam in Harriman State Park, NY
4. Lake DeForest Dam in West Nyack, NY -- this was after the ride when I biked back to Brooklyn
Right after the dam, there was an oncoming truck. 786 raised his fist and motioned the truck driver to honk the horn. 488 quickly followed right after, as well as I. The truck driver tooted their horn in response to us. I laughed. Look at us. We're a bunch of children.

At mile 24 at 10:48am, as I entered Dreher Township, at the intersection of Gallagher road, a sag driver waved at me, and I waved and cheered back. At mile 26 at 10:54, there was a long downhill, and also a lot of cars. I wanted to let gravity take over, but due to the traffic, and the oncoming intersection (with a stop sign for me), I was forced to apply my brakes and slow down a little bit. At the intersection of PA-191, SAG 7 directed traffic and guided the bikers to veer left onto PA-191. I said thank you for doing so. Glad to know SAG was keeping us safe, and they're not there just to pick up bikes. It was a nice stretch of downhill. The downhill lasted a couple miles. It was a nice breeze.
At 11:06, mile 30, I arrived at Team Rockland Rest Stop at Carlton Drake Memorial Park in Newfoundland. It was a long way to the back of the park where the rest stop was. A few annoying speed bumps were placed on the driveway, but I know how to quickly hop my bike. The view of the hills were amazing from this park. As I arrived, the rest stop volunteers greeted me, and I said thank you. Another volunteer offered to park my bike for me. As I made to the pavilion and tents where everything was, one of the riders told me to enjoy an ice cream cone at this rest stop's treat, Cones Ice Cream's ice cream truck. I was a bit hesitant to eat ice cream, but due to the exciting festivities of Bike4Chai, I'll let this one slide. I ordered a vanilla cone, and took a selfie with 947 about to eat the ice cream. 
After enjoying the ice cream, I went to the tents to see what they offered. They had lunch served here. They had 2 of 5 different options. There was cut potatoes, sliced potato boreka, cut sweet potato, another potato knish, and pasta. I announced jokingly, "There's your pasta party, guys! There's the pasta your gonna get!" As an inside joke to the riders challenging other riders to find actual pasta at the upcoming pasta party tonight.
I grabbed a pickle, and went to a table under the picnic pavilion. A rest volunteer offered me a backrub. I didn't really need one, but they asked, "Are you sure?" And I thought, if someone is offering a backrub, then sure. So I said sure. But he reminded me I was wearing a sign board on my back. I'd have to take it off. I thought about it a little more, and I finally declined. I felt there was too much effort removing it and putting it back on again. I thanked him for offering, but I declined. I saw a gallon of pickle juice sports drink and shot glasses. I decided to drink a shot of pickle juice (and of course taking a selfie with it).
I saw the Great Neck team there, and my friend 364 from the Great Neck ride. I was happy I kept bumping into him. I'm not very good with faces, but I'm glad that every time I see him, I need to greet him. And take a photo with him. I took a photo with the Great Neck team too. 
I went over to a couple of rest stop volunteers, and danced with them with the music, making the most of this rest stop. Afterwards, I took my bike for the next leg of my journey. At 11:38, I headed out.

After mile 31, approaching noontime, the sun came out, after a morning of clouds and sun, but it didn't mean the clouds went away. They were still present, many thick and fluffy. One in the horizon even looked like a cloud from an explosion. The good news was that it was not over 65°F so it was incredibly comfortable temperature-wise, and the sun didn't bother me at all. This was perfect biking weather. In some ways, I'm glad I wore short sleeves. Entering Greentown, Near mile 32, at 11:44, right after the Team Rockland Rest Stop, was the first split of the routes. There were two large signs present. The bottom sign was yellow text over a navy background, 58 MILE -> with an arrow pointing right. The top sign said 75/100 MILE ⬆️ with an arrow pointing up. It's not even noon, and I am not already going to make my way back, no way. I showed everyone on Strava I am able to do this. I biked 122 miles on the New Rochelle bike ride a month ago, and 120 miles on the Monsey bike ride a few weeks ago. I got this. Plus, the weather is perfect for cycling. I'll keep biking. And if I am in trouble, I can always flag down SAG. I went straight and kept riding on.
After passing the split, I was greeted by two signs: "You are on the 75 mile route" and "You are on the 100 mile route". I smiled. Of course I am. I'm ready for today's adventure, and discover places I never been and would never visit had I not signed up for Bike4Chai. I am adventurous. The hotel will stay the hotel at the end of the day. But the nature, the trees, the green leaves, plants, birds, forests, now is the time to experience this. The sun is still up. he hotel looks the same both when the sun is up or after it has been set. I live in Brooklyn, and I thirst for nature. For wildlife. I'll keep going.
And after I passed those signs, I was rewarded with another yellow inspirational sign: "Pedal with your heart", and the background had a Camp Simcha child smiling at me. 

Mile 33 I passed I-84 at 11:50am. This stretch of road about to go under the highway was a small climb, very moderate. But I did have to slow a bit. However, the drivers passing me, and getting on and off the highway were incredibly patient with me. Coming from New York, I'm not used to the kindness of drivers, but I returned the favor as I approached them, and they were waiting for me at the stop sign, I biked behind their car, to give them the chance to go and not wait on me. After passing mile 40 after 12:10pm, I got a scenic view of Lake Wallenpaupack. Interestingly, I took a photo in front of a small rural street "Mountain View Drive". What's interesting about it is in 2023, we went on a completely different route. Instead of looping around Kalahari and going northwest, we went southwest passing Effort, and our southernmost point, Little Gap (right past the covered bridge - an extreme highlight of the ride last year). After passing the rest stop in Effort, we went on a road that went along a mountain, and that road was called Mountain View Road, and here's the kicker, it was around miles 44-48. Okay, sure it's not exactly the same mile marker, but it is very close to each other, and the coincidence is incredibly striking. Lake Wallenpaupack had an amazing view of the mountains for a few miles. I tried to get several photos in without trying to slow down. 

After the fantastic views in this region, I passed at Team Meridian rest stop 4 by mile 44 in Paupack, PA at 12:38pm. Here, too, they also served a light lunch. They served the exact same thing that they have at the Team Rockland Rest Stop. At this stop, they had a Mexican band bringing some mariachi guitar plays at the stop. One person was playing the guitarrón, another was playing a violin, and a third played the guitar, and a forth played the trumpet. A microphone was set up so one of the musicians sang as he played. Once in a while a rider jumped in and sang along. 766 had an amazing cantor voice and sang in an opera voice singing melodically with the mariachi band. This wasn't a karaoke, but since I saw any rider was singing in the mic, I'll jump in for a few seconds, and very briefly, let my voice be heard on the mic. I didn't spend more than 5 seconds, but I was happy by spreading my joy. I saw 612 at this stop, and I've been seeing him several times during Bike4Chai. Also at this rest stop they had a mobile barista, but I was trying to cut back from coffee for the bike ride. I didn't drink coffee all week. I felt it may dry me out and increase the chances of cramping, so I avoided it, so that the only energy I had was natural energy my body made. At 1:00pm, I decided to pull out and get back on the road. With all the adventures at the rest stop and the memories being made there, there's still 56 miles of adventures left to go! As I was about to leave, a rest stop volunteer holding a basket of protein bars and other goods stopped me and offered me any kind of snacks before I went. I wasn't exactly too sure since I could always snack at each rest stop, and I was full. But I didn't want to make him feel bad, so I took a protein bar and another snack, and thanked him kindly for his offer. I put the snack in my back pocket, and headed out.

An ominous cloud grew over the rest stop as I left the Team Meridian Rest Stop at 1:02 pm.  I was still at mile 44 and I thought nothing of it. I did check the weather for Mount Pocono the last couple days, and I didn't see any rain. So I thought nothing of it. It was cooler today, and this just may be one of those overcast clouds I would see during autumn when it's usually cooler. The temperature was still in the lower 60s, even at 1pm, so I was very comfortable in this weather. Every time I pass a rider, I wanted to get a selfie with them. And I've been collecting a lot of selfies with riders this year more than last year. First off, because a lot of people know me more, and I know a lot more back. A lot of people know who I am even though I exactly do not know them back, but the fact they greet me on a first name basis with the most enthusiasm shows the friendship these riders desire to have with me. So I would take a selfie now, and worry later if I knew them or not. Who knows? Maybe down the line, I will end of being friends with them later, and then found out we had a selfie together before we knew we were friends. And that would be amazing. I have a selfie with 612, 358, 699, 527, 341, and so on and so forth.

At mile 45, at 1:07pm, was the final split. Here, there was a right turn and a left turn. The top sign was blue text on yellow background pointing right "75 mile ➡️". The bottom was a blue sign with yellow text "100 Mile ⬅️". And going straight, you're a rebel, and was going off course. Well technically if you did go straight and bike one block, you'd just end up at mile 69 on the 100 mile route, so it wasn't too crazy. I knew I had to make a left turn and go on the 100 mile route. Remember, 120 mile rides during training, and I only biked 45 miles so far. Of course I made a left. But my phone was put away, so I pulled into the gravel parking lot, and took out my phone so that I could capture a photo of the split. People thought I was changing my mind when I turned around, but I told them "Take 2"! I made a left turn on north PA-390, and it was a brief descent going downhill. And then it started raining. The ominous cloud was actually a rain cloud! Oh no! Luckily it only drizzled to light rain. But with the upper 50s and lower 60s, and me wearing short sleeves, this was not good for me. Luckily it quickly stopped, and it was just overcast. At 1:15, mile 49, PA-390 ended, and I made a right turn on PA-507 north. I shouted out to two riders as I passed "I know this road!" But I didn't know this road. I thought I did. By 1:20, it rained a good steady rain, and the roads became wet and slippery. And I started to shiver. But I didn't let this stop me. Soon, the sun will come out, and I will dry off. Just like the Monsey ride. At 1:24, I reached mile 50, the midpoint, and just like last year, I pulled to the side and took a picture of the Mile 50 sign with me smiling in it. I then proceeded to carry on. At 1:35, mile 52, At US-6 and PA-402, the sun indeed came out, and the roads were dry as if it didn't rain in this area. This next stretch of the ride was probably the most difficult of them all. I passed by the same rider for a few miles here, and he passed me. I overtook him when I climbed a hill, and then overtook me when we descended. As I overtook him, he kept remarking "Do you have pedal assist!" and "I know you have pedal assist!" I laughed, I did not. The rain returned, and as I climbed up a hill, I was suddenly super hungry, and felt tired. I felt that if I didn't eat anything this moment, I would pass out. Luckily I had one protein bar and a small bag of olives stashed in my bag from what one of the volunteers gave me at the Team Meridian rest stop. If that rest stop volunteer did not stop me before I left and gave me those snacks, I wouldn't know what would happen next. It's like he needed to stop me, and rescue me before either of us knew the road ahead. This was a moment of pure השגחה פרטית. A funny thing, really. Last year, in the 2023 ride, At the midpoint rest stop, I received a phone call from a coworker who cheered for me and gave me uplifting words I needed to hear, as well as meeting a childhood classmate, and another person who I instantly became friends with, all in one little rest stop. A moment of השגחה פרטית. Here I was, 2024, and after another midpoint, another השגחה פרטית occurred. It was amazing just how Divine Intervention works in each little moment every part of the day. If we would open our eyes, we would see how interconnected we all are.

I was looking forward to the next rest stop. When I saw the sign "Rest Stop 5 miles" "Rest stop 1 mile", I was looking forward to it. At 2:27, mile 62, I was shivering, cold, wet, and tired. When I got to the rest stop, it was pretty quiet, just one or two people there. A tent was being dismantled. This stop was labeled "Water Stop" I didn't exactly understand what water stop meant, so I asked the staff here, who was just the Candace Sports staff. There were no volunteers here. They told me it most likely means there's less things here than a regular stop. But because they were packing up, as I was one of the last riders on the road, I guess I understood the answer. The sun was barely peeking out of the clouds, and I went to look for snacks. I needed to eat something. I was constantly craving, and I had to eat. I felt like I was collapsing, and shivering. One of the Candace Sports staff told me to sit in the front seat of his car. He would turn on the car, put on the heat, and the heated seat. He told me to rest my hands on the steering wheel, as the steering wheel was also heated. I thanked him for his kindness and gladly accepted that offer. I was shivering and cold. I needed a big break for now, I couldn't bike any further for the moment. I was very thankful. While he turned on the car to heat it up, I took off my sign board and put it in the back of his car. A truck came to the stop and started closing down the stop, packing everything up. He told me I can go in the car. I sat in the seat, rested my hands on the steering wheel, and warmed myself up. A little bit I got bored, so I took out my phone, and browsed through memes, photos other riders posted back at the hotel, and see where I was on the map. Of course, it's not live live, just where my last checkpoint was from the boxes they put along the route, and the RFID of my license plate passing them. I put my phone on my lap, and closed my eyes. My head started tilting forward, and I jolted back up. I blinked several times, and decided to close my eyes again. For a little bit, I relaxed. And then I opened my eyes again and realized I was drifting off to sleep. A little warmed up, the rain clouds away, the sun out, I decided to exit the car and thank the driver. If I stayed any longer, I'd fallen asleep completely. I need to get back to biking. I looked around and the rest stop was almost packed away in the trucks. I asked if I was the last rider, and they told me I was one of the last. Hmmm. I'm at  mile 62, and I still have 40 more miles to go. At 3:25, I left the stop. 40 miles means approximately four more hours of riding.

As I started to bike away from rest stop 5 at mile 62 at 3:25, The sky was clear, and I was still wet, so hopefully I can warm up as I ride. However it was still cool, and I wasn't really feeling the warmth of the sun under my wet jersey and tzitzis. I continued riding, and every hill I climbed, I felt like I was getting slower. I was still very tired, and I don't think I can ride anymore. The next rest stop was at mile 75. For me at this point, it felt a long time away, and I don't think I can bike that far and not fall asleep. I tried to bike the next few miles, but fatigue was getting worse. At mile 67, I decided to end it. I couldn't bike another mile. I'll reach the next mile marker and call SAG. Have them come pick me up. After last night's episode of hunting for my phone, only getting 2 hours of sleep, the rain drenching me while riding, the cool weather today, as much as I'd love to complete the 100 miles, I no longer had it in me. At mile 68 at 3:52pm, I saw the mile marker sign and called dispatch. I told them I was at mile marker 68 and need to be picked up. They said it may be 20 minutes until they show up. They need to pick up another rider. I said that's fine. After hanging up, I waited. I took a selfie at the mile 68 sign for my accomplishment, and just walked around, leaned on my bike, and figured how to make the most of my time. It was really quiet here, other than the cowbells I have on my bike. I heard only nature outside, even though there weren't a lot of birds or crickets chirping. I was enjoying this. I walked over to a driveay where there was a wall, because I needed something to lean on. A group of kids saw me down the driveway, and I waved at them and continued to lean on the wall looking for SAG down the road. The kids went inside. 
Around 4:25, a red pickup truck identified as "Cadence" passed by and asked if I was all right. I told them yes. I called SAG not that long ago, and I am awaiting a pickup from them. They decided they'll stay by me until SAG comes, to watch the road since they have a flashing lights, it will call SAG's attention. I thanked them, and now both of us continued to wait. About a minute later, another black pickup truck identified as "Signage Team 1" approached from the other side of the road.  The back of the truck were filled with road signs for Bike4Chai and a driver came out of the truck, took a sign, and mounted it on the utility pole. The sign read "It's all for the kids!" with images of Camp Simcha children in the background. The driver returned to the car and drove away. I realized they were hanging up signs for tomorrow's ride. It just answered many of my question on when they hang these signs up. And who does it. And how. 
The Cadence driver from the red pickup truck pulled ahead of me to the mile 68 road sign. He came over to remove the sign. Clearly I was the last rider on this route. I asked him questions on the signs, and as he answered, I knew I would forget his answers, so I said hold on, and put my phone on record mode with his consent to document this impromptu interview on the road signs.
Me: So when did you install these signs?"
Cadence: We put new signs out yesterday all day yesterday, 
Me: The day when everyone was coming to get to the hotel? 
Cadence: Yeah. Yep. So we're picking them up today and we have two other teams and they're out putting up signs for tomorrow's section.
Me: How many miles of signs you have to put up? 
Cadence: About 130. 
Me: Wow. 
Cadence: And that's just mile marker signs, then we have the inspirational signs because those go up randomly. And then you have, Signs that you have seen were, you know, turn right, turn left, (SAG 3 pulls up) continue straight. Uh, rest stop ahead. There's hundreds and hundreds, and hundreds of signs.
Me: amazing. (facing my camera) Look how much goes into the effort of Bike4Chai. Donate to the Bike4Chai's campaign. (SAG driver and passenger walks over) And here comes SAG. 
SAG: Ready to go? 
Me: Yeah, ready to go. 
Cadence: I like that your videoing and asking people, to sponsor, I do bike rides and I do the same thing. It gives people like a real sense of like, 
like, they're here with you, and seeing you know, what goes on, and rather than just making a post.
SAG: Are you looking to go to the rest stop? 
Me: Uh, I think I'm just gonna go. I'm kind of done like I'm worn out. (To Cadence) Thank you very much. What was your name? 
Cadence: Tristan
Me: Nice to meet you. Tristan.
Tristan: Yes, you too!
Holding the mile 68 sign, Tristan returned to his red pickup truck, placed the sign in the back and drove off. I returned to SAG who were trying to attach my bike to their car. My bike is a little bulky, so it couldn't fit on the mount. At 4:33, They placed it in the back of the truck instead. I was going to get in, but another rider was on the passenger side, so they told me to come around. Once we were in the car, we drove east on Blooming Grove Road to the I-84 entrance, and went west. We took the highway one stop over to PA-390, and drove along the bike route, where they monitored the riders as they drove, honked at them, rolled down their window, and made sure they're okay and didn't require assistance. 

SAG drove me to Rest Stop 6 in Promised Land State Park around 5:10 pm, a stop in the middle of the woods where there is a picnic pavilion that overlooks a large lake called Promised Land Lake. SAG instructed me to switch over to the shuttle they have parked at every rest stop, from here, I would be riding the shuttle back to the hotel. I assisted the driver in putting my bike in the back of the sprinter van, and he told me it may be a while until he drives out. I explored the rest stop, but there were not many riders there anymore. Including mine, there were 9 bikes there. 
I met 364 again there, and I took another selfie with him. 
It looks like I'll be the only one taking the shuttle to the hotel. Around 5:30, we headed out. The shuttle purposely drove along the Bike4Chai route and not the direct route. We approached Mt. Pocono by 5:53. It got me thiking, I feel a little better now. I think I can bike the rest. I asked him if I can bike the rest of the way, and then I interrupted my thought and realized, what if I get in trouble again? The driver said he's not coming back again. It makes sense to just let it be. Once we get closer to the hotel, then I can bike the rest of the way. I just want to bike just a little bit before going to the finish line. Last year, I was driven to the hotel, and then my bike went into the bike room and taken out to the finish line. I don't want to do that. At the entrance of the driveway, I think, is the best for me. The Kalahari driveway is pretty long, so it's decent enough to resume my ride to the finish line. The driver agreed to that.
At exactly 6pm, I was let off at the Kalahari entrance, where I saw other riders waiting for their friends. I took a selfie in front of the Kalahari sign. I biked a little bit down PA-314, just so I'm not only biking on the driveway. Then I turned around and began the final stretch to the finish line. I biked past the entrance, down Kalahari Blvd, and finally, to the finish line. When I arrived, my team, the Brooklyn Riders were already there, as if they were waiting for me to cross the finish line. When I did, they cheered so loud, you can hear it all over. We took a group photo, and then I decided to go cross the finish line once more so the photographers to get another chance of me crossing the finish line. When I did, I crossed the finish line at 6:13PM. The number 613.  I triumphally raised my bike above my head. (snap snap snap) Day 1 ride accomplished. Did I need to take a SAG? Yes. So what? It was an adventure. I was able to utilize every resource Bike4Chai provided, and in my opinion, that was more perfect than riding 100 miles without needing their help. So I call that a win. 

When I got off my bike to return my bike to the hotel a little past 6:15pm, I saw the Camp Simcha staff and some of the Camp Simcha kids enter the hotel, the counselors singing together, holding a colorful Camp Simcha flag. They first chanted under the portico, "WE WANT STEAK! WE WANT STEAK!", but as they entered the doors of the hotel, they sung. I was excited, and I hurriedly left my on my bike on the side, and joined their singing and cheering. At some point they changed their tune to "Na, Na, Hey, Hey, Goodbye" with the words "We're ready, we're ready, we're ready for ya'll! We're ready we're ready, we're ready for y'all!", Some of the counselors held onto each other's shoulders and jumped as the others sang "We're ready..." "UH-HUH UH-HUH!" Some staff members waved the Camp Simcha flag. And they chanted "HEY HO HEY HO LETS GO! HEY HO! LETS GO!" I let them continue their singing and cheering as I returned to the main lobby, to explore what everyone else is doing. I had what I thought an hour until the pasta party, so I first biked to my room, unloaded my bike outfit, removed the SD card from my GoPro, and charged the dead batteries of the GoPro. I placed the SD card into my computer, and began the bulk upload of all the footage from up until now. I relaxed a little bit. After 7:15pm, I switched into a white shirt and put on my hat and jacket, and biked back across the Kalahari parking lot and returned to the convention center lobby to daven mincha. After mincha, I went outside to the parking lot, and saw there was a rainbow in the sky. The rainbow wasn't complete, so I wasn't able to make a bracha on it, knowing that a rainbow meant Hashem is keeping his promise to the world he will not destroy   the world as He did with Noach. The translation for the bracha (taken from Chabad.org: Blessed are You, L-rd our G‑d, King of the universe, who remembers the covenant, and is faithful to His covenant, and keeps His promise.") I went back inside, and I entered the Awards Garden. The awards garden was different this year. The teams were hung on the wall, and there were TV's in the center of the room displaying the biggest accomplishments of the riders who managed to pull in the most funds. There were several pedestals of plaques noting the levels of achievements. But when I saw some family members of the Chai Lifeline staff enter the pasta party room and a voiceover of a Camp Simcha camper announcing their thank you to the room, I knew I was late to the dinner. 

It was 7:37pm, and I didn't realize the pasta party started at 7:15. This is the dinner that most riders look forward to at the hotel. It was an amazing sight to behold! A large seemingly endless room of tables and people, all for the biggest banquet I have ever attended.  Ellipsoidal Spotlights and PAR Lights shine, and other stage lighting luminate the ballroom using Bike4Chai's blue and yellow signature colors on hundreds of tables set up for all the riders, the Chai Lifeline staff, their families, Camp Simcha campers with their staff, and camper's helpers. Each table had wine in the center, a seating set up with blue napkin with a line saying "When it doubt, ride it out" followed by the Bike4Chai logo below it, some bread to make hamotzi on. The walls surrounding the room were shined from floor up of blue and white. Tables upon tables covered every part of the walls with servers and food. Every kind of food you can think of, they served. In the corner near the entrance were platters of sushi and other types of fish. In another corner were various types of pasta. The funniest part was, this was the least crowded place of the serving tables. Going down were different kinds of burgers, veggie burgers, barbequed chicken and meat, patties, meat boards, Charcuterie boards, pulled beef, tacos, rice, different kinds of potatoes, servers slicing you various types of meat, pastrami, and on and on. There were vegetables, cut and whole, salads of different types, and dips. Soups. On another side of the room was a large bin of ice stocked with beer.
As people got settled in, exciting dance music filled the room, with sometimes interruptions of videos kids on the large screen on stage thanking us for the effort that we went through to get where we are today, so they can get where they'll be tomorrow.
I went around the room to video every part of the large ballroom and capture every detail that Bike4Chai set up to make this banquet grand and memorable. As I walked around, Camp Simcha were at one table dancing and still singing that song they sang when they entered the hotel earlier. 
By the furthest part of the room was a giant stage and a large camera on a crane. The front of the stage had a long digital screen that spanned the length of the stage. In large letters, it said "WELCOME" with the 2024 Bike4Chai logo of a clock in the shape of a bike cogwheel with spinning hands spinning rapidly behind the words Bike4Chai inside the cogwheel. Behind the stage were 3 different screens that went from the stage floor to the ceiling of the ballroom. The two outer screens showed "Welcome" while the center screen had 7 bubbles with the B4C letters in the center bubble. The 2024 Bike4Chai logo was in the outer bubble, and the animation transitioned it to the other bubbles in a clockwise motion. The Bike4Chai logo disappeared from the bubble and the bubbles now presented different icons, from clockwise from the top, each representing what Chai Lifeline provides. A plate with of food with a fork and spoon, A hand holding a money bag (With an exclamation sign in front), A shield with the medical symbol, A smiling child, A car, and Helping hand. B4C remained in the center bubble. The logo in the front screen changed from "It's time to ride" logo to another bike cogwheel with the caption around it, "The few, the proud, the bikers."
I continued past the stage, walking underneath the crane camera. Fog surrounded the stage with yellow light beaming through from above the screens. Every table was filled with riders and camaraderie. Going to the other side of the room were people waiting in line to get food. As I finished exploring the room, I turned off my camera, and finally picked up a plate and started deciding where to begin. Once I collected food, I found the Brooklyn Riders team table, and joined their ranks. 

Because I came late to the pasta party, the program already started. They first played a music video showcasing last year's accomplishments, the riders, the cheering at Camp Simcha. In the middle of the music video, my team captains pulled us away from the table to take a group photo under our team sign in the Awards Garden room. I placed my plate down, and I followed my team as left the ballroom and headed to the other room, and we found our team plate hanging on the wall along with the other teams hung up, and held it so the photographers (and our cell phones) could take a photo of us holding our sign representing our team. 
After the music video, Camp Simcha staff with the all the kids from the camp went to the stage, and danced. Several waved the Camp Simcha flags, some had B4C towels (with the B4C logo and "Pasta Party '24) waving above their heads. Some kids were on the shoulders of the staff as the staff danced happily. Some staff were in onesie costumes as they danced. They sang happily the same song (the one they sang when they entered the hotel, which was also the one I heard when I walked into the pasta party), while the DJ music played something completely different. It's hard not to smile because this is the definition of Camp Simcha right here. After their dancing on stage, EXECUTIVEDIRECTOR took over and began his program. I went closer to the stage to get a video of what he is about to speak.
"Thank you to the founding board of Bike4Chai. Like I said, 208, 401, 146—146, I did not throw you off the board. Brian, hey Brian, where’s Bri? You’ll see him soon.
205 and 106, thank you for what you created. Look where we are today—Bike4Chai: $11 million, 25,000 donations. This doesn’t happen in a vacuum.
I would like to thank and open up with the Century Club. We introduced it (cheers). We introduced it on the website this year. These are riders that have over 100 donations. Every donation—a dollar or more—makes it happen. I would also like to acknowledge the founding riders, the 15-year riders of Bike4Chai, who have been there every single year. Thank you so much. My bracha to you is: may you have the koach and ability—and as Brian H. can tell you, there are ways how to do this—to ride another 30 years. Yasher koach to all of you.
Now, Rookie of the Year, a new award that we would like to give out. I would like to acknowledge the presence of the Rookie of the Year, who had the highest donation, the greatest amount of donations, and raised the most money—you, 772. Where’s 772? We’ve all been following the status. I would also like to acknowledge the runner-up Rookies of the Year, 747, as well as M. M, you know I’ve been following you and have tremendous hakaras hatov.
Also, before we start the program, we have to give a heartfelt mazel tov to two birthdays tonight: the captain of Team Meridian, 54, and (AS couldn’t make out what he said). It’s amazing that Bike4Chai started in Lakewood, and Lakewood continues to take the lead. (Cheers.) As we start our roll call of teams tonight, please stand up, Team Lakewood, under the leadership of 101, 113, 230, raising over $2 million. Keep up the great work. (Cheers.)
The team with the most 100K raisers, Team Meridian, please stand up. I think it’s five or six members of Team Meridian that raised over $100,000. 54, you took your team this year, pushed them hard—little late, but you did an incredible job. Thank you so much.
Team Cyclits, as I pointed out—401, 208—" he continued to go through the entire roster. I realized that since this year I was part of the Brooklyn Rider's team, I needed to go back to my table to join the cheering when he mentions our team. I turned off my camera and went back to my seat.


Rabbi Simcha Scholar speaks, and I’ve done my best to capture his powerful words: 
"...By your incredible dedication, your self-sacrifice, your ability—even in the most difficult times—to produce who you produce, I thank you. I must tell you, I came here today because I wanted to tell you a story of two young men that you would meet in Camp Simcha.
One boy was from Toronto, Canada, and another from an unaffiliated family by the name of Cole. The second young man was from Williamsburg, New York, by the name of Yoseph. Each one individually had an incredible story. I was walking in the hallway here, right before this dinner was about to begin, and the young man came over to me. He asked, "Do you recognize me?" Now, that's always a bad thing to say, because I always say yes, and then they ask, "What's my name?" And then I'm dead!
The room erupted in laughter, and Rabbi Scholar, with a twinkle in his eye, continued.
“I said, ‘I don’t recognize you.’ He told me his name was Jack, and when he told me his last name, I remembered him. Jack had been very young—about 8, 9, or 10—when he was diagnosed with cancer. I remember how devastated his family was and how weak he was at the time. I remember how Chai Lifeline helped his family through all of our services, and I remember how Jack became part of Camp Simcha. He went from being a weak little boy to a young man filled with vitality, courage, and, thank God, a future.
Jack’s story didn’t end there. He overcame his illness. He went to high school, college, and wherever life took him. He became a staff member at Camp Simcha. He got married, and today he has a few kids, a business, and a career.
Then Jack looked at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, ‘I always wanted to give back. I’m riding now.’ And he’s one of your riders in this.”
The crowd cheered, and Rabbi Scholar paused briefly, motioning for quiet before he continued.
“My dear Bike4Chai riders, you created this. Your effort, your will, your determination—your literal sweat—have allowed hundreds of children, maybe even thousands, to have the courage to keep fighting. That is your merit. What a privilege you have.
Thank you for being our partners. Thank you for making a difference. And thank you for doing what you do. It’s my privilege now to call upon a young man—a camper—who has a message, a song, and a soul that will lift us all to where we need to be.
It’s my honor and pleasure to call up from Lakewood, New Jersey, [name unclear].”
With those words, Rabbi Scholar stepped off the stage, paving the way for the next speaker. What follows in this memoir is something that was incredibly hard to write without tears streaming down my face. 

(((Heads Up: Emotional Chapter Ahead
Before you begin reading this chapter, I want to give you a heartfelt heads-up. The story you're about to read is a deeply personal and emotional account from a brave young boy who has faced unimaginable challenges. His journey, filled with moments of fear, hope, and unwavering support, is one that may touch you in ways you don't expect.
As he shares his story, his words carry the weight of his experiences, and the courage with which he speaks is truly inspiring. This chapter includes raw emotions and touching moments of gratitude, so it's only natural that you may find yourself moved to tears.
Please take a moment to prepare yourself, as this chapter is not just a testimony to one child’s strength, but also a tribute to the power of community, compassion, and resilience.
You've been warned—keep tissues close by.)))

"February 7th, just three weeks after my Bar Mitzvah, I woke up to the sound of my doctor in my living room, talking to my parents. I wasn’t feeling well for some time, and the results of my blood work had just come back. I had leukemia."
"Our doctor—shout out to Dr. Lusof from Lakewood, he's awesome—sent us straight to CHOP, the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia. I felt scared and overwhelmed, not knowing what had hit me."
"While we were in the emergency room, surrounded by doctors, my mother called Chai Lifeline for some guidance. Within minutes, Mrs. Naomi Gorelick, the New Jersey director of Chai Lifeline, arrived."
"Her presence and calm demeanor put us at ease right away. She promised to be there every step of the way, along with Rabbi Aon Ktz, Rabbi Shua Brosy, and of course, Rabbi Surley Freed. They kept their word."
"Chai Lifeline has been there for me and my family through every difficult step of this journey. It’s been very hard. I’ve had complications that were a little unusual and have really knocked me down. Each time I was admitted, Mrs. G and the rest of the Chai Lifeline team came to visit me, cheering me up and cheering me on."
"They brought food, presents, and anything they could think of to make me smile—even when it wasn’t easy. But they did it, in that special Chai Lifeline way."
"As the months went on, everyone told me that Camp Simcha was a great place to be, and I was looking forward to an exciting summer. Unfortunately, I arrived at camp a day late because I was still in the hospital for treatment. But the welcome I received when we pulled up through the gates of Camp Simcha will stay with me for life."
"The next 10 days were the best days I have ever experienced. I made friends who understood what I was going through and found a home away from home. Camp Simcha brought me back to life, filling me with energy and strength."
"That Simcha experience, and the support I received from Chai Lifeline throughout the year, was only possible thanks to the dedication of people like you."
"Tomorrow, when you ride through the magical gates of Camp Simcha to the world’s greatest finish line, please take a moment to recognize your accomplishments and all the lives you have touched—lives like mine that have been forever changed because of friends like you."
"Tonight, in appreciation for all that Chai Lifeline has done for me and my family, I’m excited to share the song which I wrote and performed at Camp Simcha. Please feel free to join along."

VERSE 
Throughout this whole year of hardships and tears
I've looked up above to send me some love
Camp Simcha came in and brought me right in
I became so strong & called out in song
Ooooooo, Ooooooo

CHORUS
Camp Simcha is so great I cannot bear
How can I repay for my summer this year?
This smile on my face I can never replace
Thank you for all that you give.
The courage that you placed inside of me
To never stop fighting for eternity
A magical place that stares life in the face
You don't know what you did for me.

VERSE
Faith over fear is what heroes say here
Life in the past changed so very fast
When I look behind, and see Chai Lifeline
They made me so brave from what they all gave
Ooooooo, Ooooooo

CHORUS
Camp Simcha is so great I cannot bear
How can I repay for my summer this year?
This smile on my face I can never replace
Thank you for all that you give.
The courage that you placed inside of me
To never stop fighting for eternity
A magical place that stares life in the face
You don't know what you did for me.

(Softly)
Shiru laHashem, shir chadash
Shiru laHashem, shir chadash
A new day arrives, we stand here with pride
(Singing together, the room waved their phones as he waved his hands to reflect their light.)
Sing out for all to endear.

CHORUS (Final time)
Camp Simcha is so great I cannot bear
How can I repay for my summer this year?
This smile on my face I can never replace
Thank you for all that you give.

(Outro, softly)
Thank you for all that you give.

As he finished the last note, the entire room stood up, giving him a standing ovation. The applause was thunderous, cheers and whistles filling the space, and people chanting his name over and over again. Tears streamed down the faces of many in the crowd, deeply moved by his powerful story and performance. The emotion was palpable, as if every clap and cheer were a collective hug from the room.


The music still echoed faintly as the cheering continued. Loud whistles filled the room as the child, affectionately called WARRIOR, finished his powerful performance. The crowd, overcome with emotion, began chanting, "We want more!" The energy was undeniable. As WARRIOR stepped off the stage, the chants for an encore only grew louder. The crowd had been deeply moved by his story and song, and they needed to hear it again.
The Executive Director took the stage, smiling at the sight of the audience’s overwhelming reaction. He tried to hush the room, signaling for patience, but the crowd wasn’t having it. The emotions were raw, the connection to WARRIOR’s story palpable in every corner of the room. He reassured them, knowing they craved more: "We’ll get it, we’ll get it later. We’ll get another one later." His voice rose slightly as he tried to calm the excitement. "Bear with us, we’ll get another song soon. Thank you, thank you."
With a deep breath, he turned his attention back to WARRIOR, now sitting among his family. "WARRIOR," he said with warmth, "there’s nothing to say—the inspiration you gave inspired us all. Thank you, thank you, WARRIOR. It’s a joy to see you here in Kalahari, not in CHOP." The weight of those words hit the room like a wave. A collective murmur of agreement swept through the audience. Many still wiped tears from their eyes, fully understanding the gravity of the comparison. "May Hakadosh Baruch Hu send you a refuah shleima b’karov b’toch shaar cholei Yisroel," he added with sincerity.
The room quieted as he transitioned to the next part of the evening, filled with both pride and amazement. "We marvel at the success of Bike4Chai this year. In these challenging times, with headwinds ahead of us, so many of us have gone the extra mile to step up and raise the necessary funds that Chai Lifeline needs to help over 6,000 families."
His voice lifted with excitement as he turned toward someone in the crowd. "There’s one individual here tonight—hopefully, he’s still here—who not only raised over $1 million," he paused as loud cheering erupted throughout the hall, "but also inspired and pushed other riders. I consider him a personal friend, but even more importantly, he and his wife and children have been involved as volunteers for Chai Lifeline for close to 20 years."
The crowd cheered again as the Executive Director smiled. "It’s a true honor that I ask 209 to please come up to accept the $1 million award." The room exploded into more cheers and chants of "209! 209!" as the recipient made his way to the stage.
Once the applause quieted, the Executive Director continued, his voice steady over the excitement. "Joining 209 on stage is another dear friend of mine, Chai Lifeline board member 635. Joe, this couldn’t happen without you. And 114, please join us on stage as well. Thank you, thank you for all that you’ve done."
The night continued with the Executive Director recognizing other incredible donors, each name met with applause and admiration, as he celebrated the extraordinary efforts that made this year's Bike4Chai a true success.

The final program was siyum mishnayas, and 404, Bike4Chai board member, did the siyum. But us riders collectively learned a perek of mishnayos so that by tonight we were all able to wish each other mazel tov. After he said the siyum, and said the extended kaddish rabbanun, we all said mazel tov, the music played siman mazel tov for a minute. After that, everyone left the stage. 404, EXECUTIVEDIRECTOR, as the encore of the music video from the beginning of the Pasta Party played again for those who missed it. All 4 screens were in sync, all showing different things. The music played High Hopes by Panic! at the Disco. All showing the support Chai Lifeline does. 6281 families & over 30,000 individuals supported. 108,083 nourishing meals delivered to hospitals. 2301 crisis and trauma interventions reaching over 200,000 worldwide. 80,890 people received transportation to medical appointments. 957 children with life-threatening and lifelong illness participated in Camp Simcha Programming. images on the other screen show Camp Simcha with smiles as they make cookies and celebrate life. 5795 volunteers worldwide. screens show volunteers dancing in the public streets, waving Chai Lifeline flags. Kids in wheelchairs on field tripes to safaris and amusement parks. 12 regional offices. $0 cost of programs & services to families. kids and counselors bounce and cheer while wearing life vests at a lake. a volunteer laughs hard in front of a small child. several camp simcha kids joyously are swung back and forth in a large hammock at camp simcha. more footage of color wars, dancing, kids raised in the air. music shifts to techno. then we see the bike4chai riders biking through different country roads, from different time periods. the screen fades black. music stops. "15 years. it's all thanks to you" A techno version Eyal Golan's Am Yisrael Chai plays, and the stage lights start flashing different colors and movements. Many people got up and went to the front, and grabbed whatever hankerchief, napkin, towel, or any cloth, and waved it and swung in the air as they bounced. I joined in the group, as we all held each other's shoulders, singing Am Yisrael Chai along with the music. The energy was so captivating. The photographers and video team came over us as we sang and cheered for the accomplishments we have done this entire year. 
After about 5 minutes, at 9:30pm the music stopped, and then regular room lights lit up. We all went outside to the main lobby where they served desserts, and a musical performance by the energetic Yankeloo. 

Yankeloo is a different kind of musical performer. He sang various music such as Matisyahu, classical music, modern Jewish music. His energy was electric. He didn't just stay at the stage. He became part of the crowd.  He would go to people and sing next to them, and then return back to the stage, but he didn't stay there long. Because of his energy, the crowd was amused, and joined in on the fun. When he sang a jewish take of the classic song of "Sweet Home Alabama". He danced a lot as he sang, and he ran back and forth. He clapped his hands above his hands, and everyone else followed suit. He even walked away from the crowd as he sang, and he left the hotel, while still singing. Everyone laughed. He came back, looped around the crowd, and jumped back to the stage.
Around 10pm, I went to shul where the world renowned MAGGIDSHIUR of the Lakewood Daf Yomi, was teaching Bava Basra, daf 58. Handouts were given out so that people didn't need to carry gemaras, and I was able to learn gemara from this page. The gemara had a Bike4Chai border, so I definitely needed to keep this page after the shiur was over as a keepsake. The shiur was engaging as MAGGIDSHIUR delivered it with such enthusiasm, even though it was late at night, at 10pm. There was quite a crowd for the shiur, as they all listened intently. After the shiur was over, close to 11pm, they all approached his table with questions. I was able to get a peek of how many are tuned in to his shiur on zoom as he patiently awaited each person's question. I went over to him and asked if I can get a photo with him. Apparently, he knows my manager very well, as they work together in setting up the technical parts of his shiur such as setting up the computer, the webcam, and the conference program. It's fascinating just how small the world can get and how we're all connected.
I went back out into the lobby, and passed a giant diorama of Bike4Chai's 15th celebration. The top line said "15 years of riding beyond the start line" and below it were images of every single start line since 2010. The first year was one kid alone who had biked all the way to Camp Simcha from Lakewood because the driver didn't allow him to bring his bike on the bus. That moment started the Bike4Chai movement. And that was the first year celebrated. And surprisingly, this morning's start line was already there, the biggest photo of them all. 
I continued back to the lobby, and Yankeloo was still performing. I don't know how he maintained all this energy for over an hour! He still continued to dance and sing. He jumped onto a chair and sang "It's my life" by Bon Jovi. The other riders danced, some air guitared, and sang together along with Yankeloo  "It's my life!" Even the Bike4Chai staff couldn't help themselves but participate in the camaraderie! This was Bike4Chai's Alpine Advance After Party. Around 11:30pm, the program ended, and it was time for everyone to go to sleep. I need my sleep. I only had 2 and half hours of sleep last night, woke up at 4:30am, and I biked 68 miles, in the rain, in the cold, and I'm still awake. I need this if I want to do Hawk's Nest tomorrow. Something that I have been looking forward to all summer long. I didn't want to let anything preventing me from riding to Port Jervis and missing Hawk's Nest. I need to do whatever it takes to make sure I do that ride. Whatever it takes.

The day was long and adventurous. I have accomplished a lot, even if people think I didn't do the full 100 miles. But people need to remember, Bike4Chai is not about the miles. It's not your regular bike race. It's not a race. There are no winners nor losers. There is no route too short or too long. Just heroes and warriors. And the bikes we ride are not what makes us heroes. It's what message we are sending. How it all started from one single rider. And how we are all still saying that message with our wheels.
I took my bike, and rode across the parking lot back to my room on the other side of Kalahari. I brought it to my room, and found my roommate is already sleeping. I tried my hardest not to wake him up, even with the cowbells on my bike. I opened the bathroom door a crack just so I can navigate around the room. Drop my memory card to my laptop, to make sure tonight's footage will upload overnight. GoPro batteries are charged for tomorrow. Phone (multiple)s are ready to be 100% charged by morning. One phone dedicated for Strava (also the closest thing I have to a bike computer), one phone strictly as a camera, and one typical phone for all typical functions. That way each device won't run down the battery on the other. I don't want a mishap from last year, scavenging for a plug to a battery pack while I ride, things fly out of my bag all over the road, riders also colliding... no. Let's not repeat last year. I quickly changed out of my clothing and into something for bed (I wear scrubs), set my alarm for 4:45am, and tried to fall asleep. It was hard, I can't sleep. But at least I got a couple more hours in this evening than last. I think I fell asleep around 1am. 

End of Day 1.

SNEAK PEEK OF WHATS COMING!

As the child made his way to the center of the stage, the room felt alive with a sense of awe and admiration. The applause was deafening—cheers echoed from every corner, a testament to the bravery and strength radiating from the young boy approaching the microphone. His steps, though steady, carried the weight of a journey few could imagine. The applause slowly softened, but the warmth and love filling the room remained tangible. As he began to speak, a hush fell over the audience, who were eager to listen to every word of this brave soul.
"February 7th, just three weeks after my Bar Mitzvah, I woke up to the sound of my doctor in my living room, talking to my parents," he began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. The room hung on his words. "I wasn’t feeling well for some time, and the results of my blood work had just come back. I had leukemia."
A collective gasp seemed to sweep through the audience, followed by complete silence. The rawness of his admission stirred hearts across the room.
"Our doctor—shout out to Dr. Lusof from Lakewood, he's awesome—sent us straight to CHOP, the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia," he continued, a small smile crossing his face when mentioning the doctor’s kindness. But the weight of what followed hung heavy in the air. "I felt scared and overwhelmed, not knowing what had hit me."
Even in the back of the room, you could feel the depth of his fear at that moment, a young boy facing the unthinkable. But he pressed on, recounting the moments that followed with a quiet strength.
"While we were in the emergency room, surrounded by doctors, my mother called Chai Lifeline for some guidance. Within minutes, Mrs. Naomi Gorelick, the New Jersey director of Chai Lifeline, arrived."
At the mention of Mrs. Gorelick, a ripple of applause spread through the audience, a wave of respect and gratitude for her support. The boy’s voice grew softer but no less powerful.
"Her presence and calm demeanor put us at ease right away. She promised to be there every step of the way, along with Rabbi Aon Ktz, Rabbi Shua Brosy, and of course, Rabbi Surley Freed. They kept their word."
(A loud, warm round of applause followed, with cheers of support ringing out.)
"Chai Lifeline has been there for me and my family through every difficult step of this journey. It’s been very hard," he said, pausing as if the memories weighed heavily on his shoulders. "I’ve had complications that were a little unusual and have really knocked me down. Each time I was admitted, Mrs. G and the rest of the Chai Lifeline team came to visit me, cheering me up and cheering me on."
His eyes sparkled with appreciation as he spoke of the kindness they showed him. The room was now completely captivated, the quiet sobs of touched individuals filling the spaces between his words.
"They brought food, presents, and anything they could think of to make me smile—even when it wasn’t easy. But they did it, in that special Chai Lifeline way."
There was a sense of unity in the room—a shared understanding of the impact these acts of love had on this young boy’s life. Tears quietly flowed down the cheeks of those sitting near the front, overcome with emotion as he continued.
"As the months went on, everyone told me that Camp Simcha was a great place to be, and I was looking forward to an exciting summer," he said, his voice picking up slightly, revealing a spark of joy in the dark days he had endured. "Unfortunately, I arrived at camp a day late because I was still in the hospital for treatment. But the welcome I received when we pulled up through the gates of Camp Simcha will stay with me for life."
At the mention of Camp Simcha, a murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd—those familiar with its magic nodded in agreement.
"The next 10 days were the best days I have ever experienced. I made friends who understood what I was going through and found a home away from home. Camp Simcha brought me back to life, filling me with energy and strength."
His words stirred the room deeply. You could see in people’s faces that they were picturing the transformation he described—how a place of joy could reignite the spirit of a boy who had seen too many hospital rooms.
"That Simcha experience, and the support I received from Chai Lifeline throughout the year, was only possible thanks to the dedication of people like you."
His voice was full of gratitude, his eyes sweeping the room, acknowledging the supporters who made it all possible. He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in.
"Tomorrow, when you ride through the magical gates of Camp Simcha to the world’s greatest finish line, please take a moment to recognize your accomplishments and all the lives you have touched—lives like mine that have been forever changed because of friends like you."
The room exploded with applause—some people stood, others cheered loudly, showing their support. It was a powerful moment, and the atmosphere brimmed with emotion.
"Tonight, in appreciation for all that Chai Lifeline has done for me and my family, I’m excited to share the song I wrote and performed at Camp Simcha. Please feel free to join along."
As the first notes of his song rang out, the audience joined in, waving their phones in flashlight mode, creating a galaxy of light that filled the space with hope. His voice carried the weight of everything he had been through and the joy of a life touched by kindness.


VERSE 
Throughout this whole year of hardship and tears
I've looked up above to send me some love
Camp Simcha came in and brought me right in
I became so strong & called out in song
Ooooooo, Ooooooo

CHORUS
Camp Simcha is so great I cannot bear
How can I repay for my summer this year?
This smile on my face I can never replace
Thank you for all that you give.
The courage that you placed inside of me
To never stop fighting for eternity
A magical place that stares life in the face
You don't know what you did for me.

VERSE
Faith over fear is what heroes say here
Life in the past changed so very fast
When I look behind, and Chai Lifeline
They made me so brave from what they all give
Ooooooo, Ooooooo

CHORUS
Camp Simcha is so great I cannot bear
How can I repay for my summer this year?
This smile on my face I can never replace
Thank you for all that you give.
The courage that you placed inside of me
To never stop fighting for eternity
A magical place that stares life in the face
You don't know what you did for me.

(Softly)
Shiru laHashem, shir chadash
Shiru laHashem, shir chadash
A new day arrives, we stand here with pride
(Singing together, the room waved their phones as he waved his hands to reflect their light.)
Sing out for all to endear.

CHORUS (Final time)
Camp Simcha is so great I cannot bear
How can I repay for my summer this year?
This smile on my face I can never replace
Thank you for all that you give.

(Outro, softly)
Thank you for all that you give.

As he finished the last note, the entire room stood up, giving him a standing ovation. The applause was thunderous, cheers and whistles filling the space, and people chanting his name over and over again. Tears streamed down the faces of many in the crowd, deeply moved by his powerful story and performance. The emotion was palpable, as if every clap and cheer were a collective hug from the room.

I'm still typing this up, but this is what I have so far (as of (2024-08-30 1:10pm)

August 21, 2024
Wednesday

The alarm sounded at 4:45am. I had to immediately shut it so as not to awake my roommate. He planned to sleep in a little bit, but for me, timing today was precise. Everything was on a set schedule, and I cannot lose precious minutes in what will be a very busy morning. Knowing I had very little sleep last night, where I slept some time after 2:30am, plus I may have woken in middle of the night, I needed to still make the most of my morning regardless. Quietly, I put on a white shirt, suit jacket, and black hat, and grabbed my bicycle that was sitting in the room (and not the bike room). My bike had cheering cowbells on them, and I was nervous it would wake my roommate. I do not wish to disturb his slumber. I grabbed several phones to document the morning, put on my contact lenses, and carefully exited the room, and as trying as possible, shut down door and preventing it from clicking when it shuts. Unfortunately, I have not mastered to quietly sneak out of the room using hotel doors, so it did make a loud click upon leaving. I am such a terrible person. Certainly all these noises surely woke him up. I couldn't worry about that. He understood our mission. I walked my bike down the hallway to the stairwell, and luckily since I was only one flight up, it was not a difficult exit. The stairway led directly into the parking lot, and I hopped on my bike, and traveled across the parking lot to the other side where Bike4Chai awaited. This morning was pretty cold for a mid-August. It was somewhere between 45-50°F! The forecast said it would only get to a high of 65°F max today, which I think is a big blessing and relief for me, compared to last year! It's like I would be riding in air conditioning all day!
I entered into a different entrance of the convention center, and parked my bike in the vestibule of the sliding doors, and made my way into the lobby of the convention center. I went directly into room designed to be the shul, and it was perfect timing.
At 5:15am, It was just a few minutes to earliest time to put on talis and tefillin (approximately 5:24am). I found two people who are members of the shul I daven in Borough Park, CROWN1 and CROWN2. I took some selfies with them, and then I proceeded to find a seat, and start my morning davening. At this point, the room quickly became crowded. During this time, I actually was able to see familiar faces, such as CLEVHTSCHILDHOOD, someone whom our family grew up with in Cleveland, and TENTDR, another neighbor of my brother's in Edison. As it passed 5:24am, everyone in the room put on their tallesim and tefillin. After davening, I took selfies with even more people, such as BALACYN from last year's rest stop.
I ate a quick breakfast, something simple like eggs and bananas. Protein and potassium. I wanted to already change into my jersey. At 6:15am, with the sun peeking above the trees past the parking lot, there was a beautiful red orb, and the sky orange and pink surrounding it. I positioned myself so that the sunrise is glowing in between the start line for the perfect photo. And while I was there, I would take one with my bike under the start line, still with my hat, jacket, and tefillin. No, I won't be riding looking like a yeshiva bochur. Goodness.
By the time I was in my hotel room, the sun's red orb turned bright yellow, and has risen higher in the sky. I hear the music from the DJ's speakers already playing across the lot, sending vibrations to the entire resort. It was getting close to the start line. I switched into my Jerseys, collected my GoPro spare batteries, battery packs, and anything else I may need for my ride. 
I took my bike again, riding it across the parking lot to the other side. Something felt off about my wheel. I got off my bike, and spun it. It didn't spin. It stopped short. Oh no. Good thing I caught that. I took it to the mechanics in the Bike Fitter room. They promptly raised the bike on a rack to take a look at it. They tweaked it up a little, and I was good to go again. 
Seeing I still had some time, I returned to the breakfast room to pick up anything else I may eat.
In a few minutes, I came out to the start line. TENTDR was there with EXECUTIVEDIRECTOR, and he wanted to say something. I quickly pulled out my phone so that he was able to say it on camera. As the DJ's music seemed to start in unison with EXECUTIVEDIRECTOR's message, he began, "Good morning, guys. I'm telling you, George Hincapie and Cadel Evans say there's no ride in the world that's as well run as this one. Enjoy guys!" as he concluded, the DJ announced, "AAAHHHH riders! 646 in the house! How you doing? You ready to do this?" he looks at me "That's the way to do it! You're not cold! Short sleeves, and everything, huh? I'm freezing! But the music is gonna warm me up!" he sees his photographer friend and runs out to greet him with a bear hug.
I found a spot for myself near the front of the corral. I wanted to get good footage of the ribbon cutting with my GoPro and phones. As 7:30 approached, the ribbon cutting ceremony was about to commence. 
As more and more riders gathered, the corral started filling up fast. I stood behind Team Meridian and the new team, Team Mexico. Mexico had so much energy. They were dancing up and down while holding each other's shoulders. The camera crew came in to the corral to film them. I joined in to their dance. 
At 7:45m, The leaders of Bike4Chai made some quick announcements, wishing us a safe ride. 772 of Team Unity Riders sang the America's national anthem, and 54 of Team Meridian sang Hatikva, the Israeli National Anthem, as well as the misheberach. And they had 106 of Team Syclist, a seasoned cyclist, saying Tefilas Haderech over the mic. After the prayer, they told the DJ to get the music going. 
After the music started playing, the photographers took a group photo using a drone, as well as land photographers and video team from the ground. They began the countdown. A young girl in a wheelchair from Camp Simcha took the ceremony scissors, and cut the red ribbon, giving the permission for the riders to began the long journey ahead of them. I was among the few, and as I rode through Kalahari's parking lot, I saw two riders leaving the line of riders, and going back into the parking lot. That gave me the idea to return to the back of the corral and ride through the start line once more. Each group of numbers were given their own countdowns before departing. This gave each riders a chance to stand under the start line, get their photos taken, get counted down, and leave too. I didn't realize they did this last year. Regardless, this gave me another chance to get captured by the photographers.
After 2 rounds of going through the start line, I finally left Kalahari. 
Last year we made a left right away on Fairview Ave. Today we kept going down PA-314 and turned right Summit Road. As I biked along Summit Road, I saw one of the riders whose gears locked up, and because they had clips on their pedals, they fell off the bike and got stuck. He was okay. But it made me nervous realizing clips are dangerous. Since the video team was right there when it happened, they assisted right away and immediately flagged down a SAG vehicle. The rider explained his gears locked up.
Knowing he was in safe hands, I kept going. The route took us to Back Mountain Road, and we made a right turn. Immediately, I saw a sea of riders struggling up a steep hill. A lot, and I mean, a LOT, of riders just got off their bikes and walked up the hill. This hill proved too steep for many of the riders.
I didn't get off. I kept going, switching to the lowest gear, and pedaled, passing most of the riders. It was a long uphill road, and it kept going. As I pedaled up, I saw more and more riders walking their bikes. Even I was out of breath, but I still managed not to get off my bike. 

I'll fix this blog later, but it's long overdue.

August 20, 2024
Tuesday

My foot still sore from the mysterious sprain, I was concerned how I would bike this year. But I was determined. I took an ibuprofen tablet, and the pain subsided, so luckily it's a passing injury. I looked online to see that sprains commonly heal in a couple weeks, but it doesn't help me since Bike4Chai check-in is tonight.
I stayed home and worked remotely this time. Last year I left work late, and I didn't have a bike to commute home, and it became a big hassle, and I almost missed my bus to Kalahari. I'm not allowing that to happen again this year. I tried to prepare everything I need, and yet somehow, I still ended up rushing to the last minute. This year, I didn't need to take an Uber, I still managed to get on a bus, and from the bus, walk to the meeting point where the Bike4Chai shuttle (MonseyTrails bus) would be picking us up. The walk, the fast pace walk, was a concern, since walking did put a pain on my sprained foot. 
Around 5pm is when I left my home, and caught the bus to Bedford and J. From there was a small 10 minute walk to K and Nostrand, but my foot can feel each step I took. 
I arrived where the bus was still ready in taking passengers. I was not too late, thankfully, and we were awaiting one more passenger. 
I put my stuff under the bus in the storage compartment, in shopping bags, rather than a suitcase, because I figured that will be easier to carry on the handlebars when I return with my bike. In hindsight, I could've just have gotten a small duffel bag, it would've been the same. One of the riders, who was on my Brooklyn Riders team (I finally joined a team this year), sponsored pizza for everyone on the bus. I appreciated the thought, but I really wanted to save my appetite for the meal that will be served at the hotel upon our arrival.
Around 6pm, after our final passenger arrived, the bus departed from the school, and we went south Nostrand to Gerritson and entered the highway from Knapp St. We were going to daven mincha here, but the constant stopping and going from the traffic made us wait until we're on the highways in Jersey. Around 7pm after just passing Newark, we davened mincha.
At 8:25, after the sky became dusk, we finally arrived at Kalahari.
It was slightly confusing to where the bus drivers needed to go, but we managed, and we pulled up next to the DJ stage in front of the start line. Since I was at the front of the bus, I pulled out my camera and stepped out. I got everyone's cheering as they exited the bus and grabbed their luggage. I asked the driver to do the same for me. Then I grabbed my GoPro, and did an entrance from the bus to inside Kalahari's convention center.
This year, they added an amazing incredible entrance to the hotel. Right when you entered the portico, there was a large banner that greeted you "WELCOME BIKE4CHAI 2024". As you walked along the  porte-cochere to the main doors, you are greeted with an art display along the entire porte-cochere of a mini-Bike4Chai route, with miniature Start line, bikes and little signs (like the signs we will be seeing on the roads) of each rider's names. It looked like a road with grass on the side. Very well done. There were also markers for rest stops (like Team NYC Rest Stop), and a miniature scale model of the World's Greatest Finish Line at the end. Along this art display, on the walls were action paintings of various colors, and above those paintings had cardboard cutouts of the Jerseys of previous years starting from 2010. Each action painting colors seemed to match with the jerseys above them. Also in the portico were garbage cans that were themed to Bike4Chai with signs on them saying "Keep Clean & Ride On". The ground had stickers celebrating the 15th anniversary of Bike4Chai. And I didn't even enter the hotel yet.
The entrance doors had stickers welcoming us to Bike4Chai. In the antechamber, there were two TVs on each end showcasing Bike4Chai of the previous years. And finally when you walked in to the lobby of the convention center, you were greeted by so much activity and energy. On my left was the bike room, and it contained hundreds and hundreds of bicycles of bikes ready to kick off tomorrow, hanging on bike racks. The hotel carpet was covered by a protective plastic. Along the walls of the bike room were tables stocked with energy bars and snacks, and various drinks, all to accommodate each rider's preferences. 
When I walked further down in the hallway along the bike room, I was greeted by a Bike Fitter room. A room with a lot of mechanics double checking every rider's bike for any last minute tune-ups.
I returned to the lobby and explored the pillars and decorations all over the walls, the ceiling, and in middle of the room. I saw signs in the ceiling "All for the kids" and "This is happiness", the help desk was decorated "We bike the miles... to bring on their smiles", A pillar in middle of the lobby "All heart, some leg, huge impact". In the bike room was a circular sign in the ceiling, on the outer circle  "Welcome to Bike4Chai 2024", and in the inner circle, "Ride for the world's greatest reason".
Back in the lobby right by entrance was a medical table in red tablecloth. A bar is in middle of the lobby with digital signs of Bike4Chai. In the center of the bar were display cases of every single jersey from each year Bike4Chai existed. A couple arcade games where along the walls, and a pool table on the other side of the lobby. A stage is set up on the far end of the lobby where there was a concert band singing as riders were entering the hotel for the first time with their luggages. There were couches and lounge chairs, air hockey tables, and a lot of camaraderie. Another wall had a snack bar filled with candies and nuts. And above all of that was a large sign that said "B4C" and filled with hundreds of pictures of the kids of Camp Simcha.
As I continued to walk the hallways I was greeted with more TV screens of music videos of previous years (I spotted myself in those videos!!), and another wide round pillar "It's not about the miles" "It's all for the kids" "Show the world what you're made of". Photos of all those remarkable children smiled on that pillar.
Next room was the registration room. This was the main room for tonight. Inside I was immediately greeted by banners hanging from the ceiling with B4C logos in yellow text on blue background. Dining tables filled the room with a registration table in the center for people to check in and receive their bookbags containing what they need for the Bike4Chai event. In the corner was a Jersey Personalization table where people can print their names on the jerseys (including a yellow ribbon stamped to show that we want to bring the hostages home). The table showed us what this year's jerseys would be for day 1 and day 2. Day 2 was fire.
On the other side of the room were the catered meals, a lavish buffet, filled with every delicious fleishig delicacy possible. There were dietary options for everyone. From salads, to gluten free options, to meats, hot dogs, chicken, rice, meat boards, and so much more. There was a person practice hovering a drone on top of him, prepping for the filming tomorrow.
Families gathered together at the tables as they wish their loved ones the best of luck tomorrow. Energy music pumped the room making everyone excited. As I continued filming all of this since getting off the bus, I was interrupted by a group of riders at a table who greeted me and joined me to sit with them. I sat down and said hi to most people I only met once, and that was last year. Now we are like best friends, possible due to the book I've wrote last year, the rides I posted to Strava throughout the year, liked their status, or other reasons unknown to me. As much as I'd like to continue recording, I stopped my GoPro and sat down and joined in on their conversation.
I was also greeted by another rider from my Brooklyn Riders team, who said we are rooming up together. He was thrilled to find out we were roommates, and I beamed. He said he misplaced his room key, and said each of us have two keys in our backpacks. I got up, and headed to the registration table to receive my packet. Once I received it, I gave my roommate a copy of my key. In the same area of the tables, there was a table dedicated to last minute cash donations. Over the summer, I collected cash from people, tzedakah during davening. I brought that over to the person, who introduced to me as the person responsible in making work a portable credit card reader for me so I can go around collecting on Purim. 
At 9:10, I went back to the bike room and wanted to take a peek at my bike. There, I met my brother's neighbors in Edison and took a selfie with them.
I explored the convention center further, and found a maariv room at the far end. I was curious how they have such a small room for a shul. I'll later learn this is just for maariv, and they'll move into a bigger room for shacharis. They called me to stick around to be the tenth person, so I did. I didn't daven now, because I knew there are running minyonim, so there's one after another.
I retuned to the hall and I saw my friend WAVEFILMSDIR of Wave Films, and we shared a selfie together. He was setting up an interview with EXECUTIVEDIRECTOR. It was a nice scene and I got a good angle for some shots, which I'll be able to share with him later.
I went back into the registration room and turned on my laptop to listen to Daf Yomi with my rebbe in Cleveland. Then I went around to grab something to eat. Here I greeted most of the staff of Bike4Chai. I greeted and took selfies with PRODUCER, 13THAVENUEHOMECENTER, my team 
captains of Brooklyn Riders, and some of my team mates, EXECUTIVEDIRECTOR, DIRECTOR, and earlier of RELATIONSHIPMANAGER.
After my dinner, I explored further of the main area of the lobby, including pinching pennies at the penny machine in the main hotel lobby, which I failed to do last year, and enjoyed the concert a little. 
I biked from the hotel's main lobby back to the Convention Center. On my way, I heard music outside. Four friends were sitting under a portico behind an ambulance on guitars and bongos, singing and camaraderie. They all sang together kumtzis. I was glad I quickly spotted this. I took a video of their camaraderie and hung around for a few minutes.

Approaching midnight, when I was getting back to my room, I realized my phone (phones 😬) were missing. And my laptop. I started getting frantic. I tried to retrace my steps of where it could be. The dining room tables were being cleaned up and the tables and chairs rolled away. I went to the help desk to see if anyone has turned it in. I returned to the registration desk and see if anyone turned it in there. With a sprain on my foot, the walking back and forth was becoming very difficult. It was scary, because I needed my phone not just because for communication, but these are my objects I will document with. With 3 phones missing, I don't know what to do. Before you ask why 3 phones? I've learned my lesson from last year of dead batteries. Each phone serves its own purpose. My main phone, OnePlus 9 Pro, obviously, all communications. All my apps. My older phone, OnePlus 8 5G, has a broken front facing camera (also screen was cracked from last year's Bike4Chai). This year it will act as my bike computer, tracking my Strava activity, saving my other Oneplus phone and Pixel from draining my battery and dying before I get to Camp Simcha. The third is a Google Pixel 7. This will be my camera. I was told it's one of the better cameras out there, and it's fast. I would've gotten a traditional camera, but I wasn't sure how responsive it will be when I need to capture a moment fast, so I opted to find a cell phone camera with good quality. Plus the benefit of a cell phone allows me to do more than just cameras.
Back to the search. I saw my laptop at the registration table and I was thrilled. But where were my phones? The girls at the desk said they haven't seen it. While I was relieved to see my laptop again, I needed my phones. Luckily, I have trackers on my phones. I opened up my laptop, and logged onto my Find My Device. It shows it's somewhere in the hotel. Back on more sore feet. I went all over the convention center. I went to the bike room. A security guard saw me looking around and asked what was the issue. I explained to him my phone is missing. He began to help me. I carried my laptop around, kept pinging my phone which luckily was still responsive. It pointed to outside to the start line area. We looked there. I tried ringing it, but all the loud noises from the TV's, the camaraderie, the concert, drowned out whatever possible ringing my phone was trying to do. We returned inside and went to the bar. 
Someone walked over to me holding my phones, and asked, "Is this yours? It's been ringing for like a half hour, and I was looking for you!" I was so happy. How did he find it? It was sitting on top of one of the bar stools. I must've placed it down some time.
The concert. I was filming the concert, and the pool table. I must've placed it on the bar stool not realizing it. 
I thanked the person who knew me (I didn't know him). I thanked the security guard. Once I calmed down, I realized it was 1am. Oh no. I want to get up at 4:45am. 
My room was on the far end of Kalahari. I'm too tired and sore from walking. I need my bike, and I should just keep my bike in the hotel room. I returned to the bike room. Locked. It's locked up for the night!!!
Oh no. I knocked a few times. No answer. I asked around a few staff members, and they said they don't have the keys, but whoever does is long asleep by now. I groaned. As I turned around and gave up, I saw someone exiting the bike room. I went over and asked is there anyone else in there? And he said, yeah, there's a security guard in there still. Just knock on the door. 
I knocked once more, and yes, a security guard opened the door. I told the guard I'm taking my bike to my room. It's much more convenient that way. He let me in and I grabbed my biked. I exited the convention center, biked across Kalahari's parking lot to the main hotel entrance. I brought the bike inside, and took the elevator. I found myself one level up, and opened my room. I was nervous. Being past 1am, I was certain my roommate was asleep. 
Luckily, he was not.
He was working. I was relieved again. I was afraid I would've made too much noise coming in.
We chatted, got to know each other a little better. I told him I want to wake up at 4:45 am. He was okay with that, he explained he'd sleep through my alarm. He would wake up later. I was uncertain, but I trusted him. I was hoping I wouldn't be too noisy in the morning. I changed into my scrubs (I wear that as pajamas, ever since I've watched the TV series Scrubs back in 2009 -- it's comfortable, okay?) and got into bed. 
I had a hard time falling asleep. I kept going on my phone. Closing my eyes, imagining ways I would be soothed to sleep (like maybe sleeping in a small bed behind the drivers seat of a tractor trailer driving on the highway while the truck drives into the night), nothing. I was still full of energy from what transpired, and too excited for Wednesday morning. 
Tried, and tried.
But then.

END OF TUESDAY

Let Hashem loan you $100—give tzedakah and watch it return with bracha.

Give b’simcha, and Hashem will bring simcha to your home.

In the zechus of your tzedakah, may you be written in the Sefer HaChaim.

The greatest investment is tzedakah—Hashem gives the best returns.

Hamalveh Hashem chonein dal—Hashem will pay you back in full.

Open your hand, and Hashem will open His—give generously.

The gates of Shamayim are open—send your tzedakah up with your tefillos.

B’yom din, your tzedakah will speak for you—give now.

Mi k’amcha Yisrael’—let’s show the world our true colors.

Be a ‘malachhel rachamim’—an angel of mercy for those in need.

Your tzedakah today can bring ‘refuah sheleimah’ tomorrow.

Remember: 'Tzedakah tatzil mimaves'—this is your opportunity to save lives.

LET HASHEM LOAN YOU $100

I'll fix this blog later, but it's long overdue.


August 4, 2024
Sunday

PROLOGUE
Another messaged appeared in my Bike4Chai WhatsApp group: A Monsey Ride & BBQ for 8:30am Sunday August 4, 2024. 
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A few days another message:
Here are the routes for this Sunday’s (August 4) Monsey BBQ and Ride!
Gran Route:
The 73 Mile route is very challenging. It starts out with an easy 20 miles but then has some very significant climbing! Are you ready for Bike4Chai? Test yourself and find out!
p.s. Make sure to refuel at Utopia Deli at mile 36.8 (halfway!). It’s the last good refueling station for some time. Take advantage of both indoor and outdoor seating.
RWGPS: https://ridewithgps.com/routes/47739967
Strava: https://www.strava.com/routes/3252839662278771658

Medio Route:
The 63 Mile route is only 10 miles shorter but has 2,000 less feet of elevation than the 73 mile route. It still takes in the beautiful Otterhole Road climb but skips Mount Peter and the clibs of Route 17a. It’s scenic and serene and is a metric century!
RWGPS: https://ridewithgps.com/routes/47739994
Strava: https://www.strava.com/routes/3252839798743614624

Bambino Route:
The 53 Mile Route has only one significant climb and that is in the serenity of Harriman State Park. This route does not climb up Otterhole road or go through the Norvin Green state forest. You will enjoy the beauty of Wanaque, Ringwood, and Harriman.
RWGPS: https://ridewithgps.com/routes/47740015
Strava: https://www.strava.com/routes/3252839941495755722

See you all there!
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This time I had a week to find a place in Monsey. It looks like it's getting more challenging each week to participate in the rides. Great Neck, 25 miles out, but I still made it in the morning. New Rochelle, 33 miles away, and I hunted for a place for Shabbos, but I still attended, by biking the morning of. Now, Monsey, this is super challenging. Monsey is 50 miles away, and that would take about 5 hours (appx) to get there. I do not intend to wake up around 3am, leave the house at 3:30am on a motzei Shabbos to make it a long ride up mountains by Monsey. This time I really needed to stay by someone for Shabbos. All week long, I asked around. Coworkers, family, friends, also asked on my behalf. By the end of the week, I knew I'm not getting an answer, so I needed a contingency plan. Rider 255 suggested to take the subway to Washington Heights. Wow, I never really thought about that, nor for the New Rochelle ride. His idea was great, but I made it better. Instead of biking to Monsey from Washington Heights, I would bike halfway into the Monsey ride, and join the riders from there. That way I don't wear myself out as much. So I looked at the map before Shabbos, and Pompton Lakes seems to be the south midpoint of the route. It's about 25 miles from Monsey and 25 miles from Washington Heights. Perfect. I got my plan. I would start by the George Washington Bridge the same time they would start from Monsey, and I'll be by at Pompton Lakes when they get there. 
Also, there are 3 routes for this ride, a 55 miles route, 65, and 75. 65 and 75 but go into another park, climb steeper hills. As much as a great practice this would be, I learned my lesson of missing the BBQ from the New Rochelle ride, and elected for a smaller route. Additionally, the weather forecasted rain all afternoon, and I'd rather not be caught in middle of the ride on top of the mountain in a storm. With my plan set, I prepped my bike on Motzei Shabbos like I did my other Sunday rides. Drinks, rations, outfits, and anything else I deemed necessary. This time I had a GoPro, so I made sure it was synced to my phone and the batteries charged. Memory cards were emptied for space. And as usual, I found myself up until 1am, and my alarm set for 4:30am. And I'm pretty sure I woke up several times in middle of the night.

PRE-RIDE
So my pre-ride is actually a hybrid of a "getting-there-ride" and the ride itself. 
After my alarm woke me up, I disabled the remaining alarms, and got out of bed. I saw the zmanim for earliest tallis and tefillin in Brooklyn was exactly 5am, I decided to start Shacharis 4:50 when I finished getting ready and put on tefillin in middle of shacharis. Now that I can daven before the ride, it worked for me since I was not meeting up in Monsey. I kept my tefillin at home, and went to the subway station. At 5:35, the subway pulled into the station, and I rode the system to 175 St - GW Bridge Bus Terminal. Afterwards, I quickly biked over to the bus terminal to make a pit stop, and then around 7am, I headed on over to the George Washington Bridge. Because of the forecasted rain, the sky was overcast, but a lot of humidity. The route took me down Myrtle Ave, around Flat Rock Brook Nature Center (which I visited back in March), and down E Forest Ave as I crossed from Englewood to Teaneck. By Queen Anne Rd, I didn't realize SatNav wanted me to go into Milton Voltee Park, but I quickly realized my error right away and lost maybe a couple dozen feet. In the park, I did a quick pit stop before proceeding onto Palisade Ave, where it ran alongside some railroad tracks until Cedar Ln. Going under NJ-4, I could see a view of the highway going over the railroad tracks and several roads. It was a nice sight. Cedar Lane crossed over the Hackensack River, and due to its bridge construction, I went on the sidewalk to take amazing shots of the river and of the herons on the river. It had fantastic views of the river. It was 7:50am when I crossed Hackensack River. At 7:55am, I crossed the NJ Transit railroad tracks right next to the Anderson St Station. I made a left on Linden St, and then a right on Passaic Street. I passed under 2 highways on Passaic Street including NJ-17 and Garden State Parkway. 
After passing over NJ-4 (crossing it a second time) around 8:10am, the GPS wanted me to go into Saddle River County Park. I didn't realize this when I passed the bike entrance, but I quickly recovered my tracks.
This was a fantastic part of the trip. It looked like I wondered into Cleveland Metroparks. There was a lot of nature in the park and it was quiet. Due to it's wet morning, I was able to hear crickets chirping in the park, as well as other insects that make trilling noises. The lack of sun made the ride so much more fun. The park was long, had a nice exercise path, with a lot of joggers. Many joggers were wearing a bright yellow shirts letting other people to practice saying "On your left" when passing them. So I did so. Some joggers I told them I appreciated the shirt. Around 8:30am, I exited the park and back into civilization. 20 minutes of biking in the woods was a fantastic moment and great memory to relish. I'll know which park I can visit if I ever make a stop in this area in the future. I turned onto Prospect Street until I arrived in Ridgewood at around 8:35. At this time, one of my GoPro batteries died, so I stopped in front of the Hudson Street Garage at the corner of Hudson Street and South Broad Street, and I changed batteries. I also drank some water, and I had a small 5 minute break. After my little break, I proceeded north on South Broad Street, looped around the NJ Transit's Ridgewood Station and went on West Ridgewood Ave. At 8:55, I entered Wyckoff. I made a left on Franklin Ave, crossed over the New York, Susquehannah and Western Railway tracks, and continued my long ride on this road. At this point, I reached out to my old manager from Victorian Gardens informing him I'll be approaching Pompton Lakes soon. He was already on his way. I continued down the winding roads of Franklin Ave, watching the road convert from suburbia-like road to a country-like road. I arrived at Franklin Ave and Ramapo Valley Road, US-202, and I informed my former manager I stopped at this location. I was hoping he'd meet up with me and join me on my ride. I went to the parking lot in front of the cleaners and waited. At 9:35, he showed up, and we exchanged hugs and friendly greeting. We had a small conversation, and I realized he was driving alone, and he told me he is unable to ride. He was about a 30 minute drive away from home. I was quite shocked. I asked, do you mean to tell me you drove all the way here just to say hi to me? He told me it was a pleasure to see me, and for him it was worth. It was quite humbling for me, had I known, I would've told him to stay home. During our conversation, I saw the first wave of Bike4Chai bike riders (including RELATIONSHIP MANAGER OF BIKE4CHAI) pass us. I waved at them, and I tried to stick my hand out so they can slap it as they pass me. He told me I should go, but I would feel bad. He drove all the way just for a five minute meetup before letting me go. I told him I can catch up. Besides, today's ride has 3 different routes. I can choose the smallest route, and still make it to the BBQ. I know these guys are fast, and I know I do better at my own pace. I told him I'll hang out with him just a bit longer. He felt bad that he's not able to ride with me. I wish I had a way to console him, because I felt bad he wouldn't be joining. After I saw the fifth group of riders pass, I decided I'd let him go. I was surprised how many people are riding today's ride. After several selfies and another hug, he let me off. 10am. 

THE GROUP-RIDE
Since I was already halfway in the route, missing the meetup and Bike4Chai's group photo, it didn't really matter to me. I would've anyway been a small head peeking behind someone's shoulder in the photo. This is what I meant before when I said the pre-ride was a hybrid ride. Instead of leaving from Monsey, I was leaving from Washington Heights, and the mile count was very similar. 
At 10am, I took off and joined the Bike4Chai gang. I continued down US-202, catching up to several riders at Pompton Lake dam. I greeted them all, they all knew me, but I didn't know them. I got them together so we can take a selfie together, and then we all took off. They chose the Medio Route, and I planned the Bambino Route.
So at the fork of CR-689 and CR-684, I went north to 684, they went west on on 689. They were heading towards Norvin Green State Forest, while I was going to Wanaque and then directly to Harriman State Park.
Around 10:15, after I started biking again, the sun peeked out of the clouds a little, but it was still mostly overcast.
By 10:30, I passed by Raymond Dam, and it looked like a medieval castle over there.
By 10:40, I entered Ringwood.
At 11:00am, I made a quick pit stop at Eleanor G Hewitt Elementary School before continuing on.
By 11:10am, near the NJ/NY state line, I found a lone yarmulke at the side of the road. I had to take a photo. And of course, just several feet ahead, I found myself at the state line. 
"Leaving Ringwood Thank you for visiting"
"Welcome to Orange County"
At 11:20am, after Sterling Mine Road passed Long Meadow Road, the road took a little climb. I decided to stop to go easy on myself and not do the entire climb straight. I stopped, took a drink, and climbed. The stopping for a few made the climb so much easier. I decided this would be a great tip. Since I was not racing myself, I would be pacing myself.
11:30am: Welcome to Rockland County. The strange part is, if you look at the map, you'd see the road curve. It keeps going in and out between Rockland County, Orange County, Town of Ramapo, Town of Tuxedo.
Around the same time, I caught up with another Bike4Chai rider, and the strange part was I recognized him, but I wasn't too sure yet. At the intersection of NY-17, I saw several more riders who accidentally took the wrong turn, but quickly recovered. We needed to take the ramp to get onto NY-17 North. We exchanged names as we went on NY-17, and discussed a little bit about the ride. The riders who were up ahead stopped at a coffee shop to make a pit stop, but I kept going and made my way to Harriman State Park. 698 took a different turn, but we still met up in the park. The park started right after after passing I-87. 
I officially entered the park at 11:45am. Right after passing Reeves Meadow Visitor Center, the road climbed. It was not difficult, but it was long. I was later told the hill was 3 miles long. I was surprised. I didn't think it felt 3 miles.
At the top of the hill at 12:05pm, I passed Lake Sebago. It was a fantastic view. But as I crossed over Stony Brook, I heard rushing water. Curious, I pulled to the side and I saw one side of the bridge was the lake, the other side was a small stream, and several feet below the lake. I knew there's a waterfall underneath the bridge.
I was extremely curious, and turned around and went to before I crossed the bridge, put my bike on the side, and climbed down into the woods. There I saw a dam with a waterfall, but I didn't get a clear look. So I climbed back up, and went to the other side of the bridge. There, I saw a small hole under the guard rail. According to the map, the is an official trail called "Tuxedo Mount Ivy Trail". I climbed down again, and I got a better view of the dam. I can't believe this was hidden under the bridge. I would've just flew by and not realized this was even here. After I marveled at everything, I climbed back up, and as I did, 698 passed me. At this point, we rode together throughout the rest of Harriman State Park. He knew the park well, and he was able to give me heads up when we were about to climb hills, or fly down them. He told me when we were going to make a turn and when we were briefly going to climb up, then speed down again. When we passed Lake Welch at 12:38, I took a selfie of us. 
Kanawauke Road was all downhill. He told me it's quite the challenge to be climbing up this hill coming in the park. People dread it. I bet this is the kind of climb I'd see at Mount Pocono at Bike4Chai.
It was a good speed going down. Strava clocked me going 40MPH. 698 told me after this, it's very few hills, and we were pretty much in the clear.
698 told me there's a detour due to construction, but we can take a shortcut, but I said to myself, nah, it may anyway a few extra minutes, let's do the actual route. 
By 12:55, we passed Patriot Hills Golf Club, and he caught up with his friend, 672. We introduced each other and biked together. But once we got to Mount Ivy Road, right away a hill kept me behind. I stopped, took a drink, and waited a bit before climbing. At this point until the barbeque, I was on my own again. The road took me on a couple of sidestreets, and on Pomona Road, I could see them up ahead in the distance. So I wasn't too far behind. 
At 1:25pm, I have arrived, 5 minutes before the scheduled barbeque, and I saw my new pals waiting for me. We took a selfie. 
I put my bike on the rack, and headed into the backyard for my well-earned lunch.

THE BARBEQUE
The sun has come out at this point for the barbeque, and the sky did clear up a little.
I sat around different tables, moved umbrellas closer to tables so there would be more shade for people to sit comfortably. This location had a nice pool with an artificial rock formation behind it and a waterslide that went through. 
I had conversations with RELATIONSHIP MANAGER OF BIKE4CHAI and with 177. 177 tried to host me for motzei Shabbos so I could attend the barbeque, but I was glad that I managed to figure a way out anyway. 
I sat in the water to cool off and to relax my muscles. I stayed there for as long as I could, until the rain started and began to pack up. While I sat, I overheard another rider calling in saying they're still on the route. I see the caterers packing up. I knew this feeling. I was here last week on this situation where I was stuck in my ride, and they packed up. The friend of the rider said he will set food on the side so the rider will have something when he gets to the home. I smiled. This is our community of Bike4Chai. This is how everyone always takes care of each other. Just like last week to me, so to this week to this person. 

THE RIDE BACK
At 4:20pm, I said my farewells to everyone who was left, including RELATIONSHIP MANAGER OF BIKE4CHAI and 177. I programmed my GPS to go home, and it showed me it is going south back into Jersey and eventually climbing up the E Palisade Ave Hill (a toughie). However once I stated biking down NY-306, it took me east on CR-74. I wasn't sure what's going on, I was expecting to reach Evergreen Supermarket and continue south, but maybe it was. I'm not too familiar with the Monsey neighborhood. But when I went on Viola Road, I remembered this is where I picked up a bus to Brooklyn from here a year ago, a week after my Bike4Chai ride. It was Rosh Chodesh Elul. It's kind of crazy thinking about that since today is erev Rosh Chodesh Menachem Av. 
The directions took me from Viola Road to West Clarkstown Road. From there, I switched right away to Zebela Drive, until I landed right back onto West Clarkstown Road until the Palisades Interstate Parkway, where I crossed it and continued east on Germonds Road. A right turn kept me on Germonds Road, and it took me through a semi-winding road which reminded me of the winding road along a stream back in the May 19th Kickoff Ride. Seems like it just happened yesterday. Once Germonds Road Became Old Mill Road, I took in a nice view of the Lake Deforest Dam on my left, before taking a small climb up to get onto Snake Hill Road, which was a little bit of a climb until I passed over the railroad tracks. At the end of Old Mill Road, it took me to Route 59, go on an entrance ramp to Route-59 (can bikes go this way?), and to Old State Highway 59. I remembered this part so clearly. Last year, July 23, 2023, 6 Menachem Av, essentially almost or over a year ago (depending which calendar you look at), in my 2023 training, where I made an attempt to bike to Monsey and back to get a 100 mile ride, before cramping out, and calling Chaverim of Rockland County for rescue, I went on this little side road from Upper Depew Avenue to Old Nyack Turnpike. It was a nice steep downhill when I took it, and I wondered if I'd ever come back to this road or climb it. It looks like I'm finally getting that answer. The climb was certainly challenging, and I did enjoy the struggle as it was good practice. At the top of the hill was a Welcome to Central Nyack sign, and I took a selfie up there as a memento of my achievement reaching this far, and also for visiting this location once more. It was 5:18pm when I passed this area. I know I'm going slower. Probably because I've been up since 7am biking, I'm exhausted, I'm carrying a lot of weight, and I think I pulled a muscle in my leg.
Once I passed Depew, I biked on the side streets along the Mario Cuomo Bridge to Piermont Ave. At Franklin Street Park, I didn't realize the directions told me to go into the park. It wasn't a huge deal because it was a couple blocks and parallel anyway. At Clinton Ave, GPS told me to enter the bike path of the Mario Cuomo Bridge. 5:30pm. I am not sure why it kept insisting I cross the river here and continue on down south. Granted, I'm slightly interested in visiting Sleepy Hollow, but not enough that I would do it today. I'm pretty worn out and losing my energy. I can visit another day, I just want to get home. Plus, if I take the bridge and go south, I'll start exploring the unpaved paths of Van Cortlandt Park, and I did enough of that last week on the New Rochelle Ride.
Ignoring Google's demands, I went south on River Road, a more familiar road. Strangely, I only road this twice in my life, and I feel like I've ridden this much more frequently. The whole time, Google kept chiming in "make a U-turn", "make a U-turn", and I just kept ignoring it. Why is it so insistent on taking me over the Mario Cuomo Bridge?
At 5:45, I arrived at Piermont, and passed a playground there. I saw a port-a-potty there, and I decided to take a small break here. Right after the park was the Bridge Street Bridge, a hand operated bridge which was constructed in 1880 by the King Iron Bridge Company of Cleveland, Ohio. I smiled. Because I grew up in Cleveland. I took a selfie here, which was 5:50, and then right after was Rockland Road, and I knew this was going to be a toughie hill. I think this will be the toughest climb for the rest of the route. I thought it was a long climb up, but actually the road was much shorter than I remembered. I did take my time, changing the gears to what was the most confortable, and acted like I had all day, which I kind of did. I passed by the Tallman Mountain State Park entrance, remembering that both times I was here last year, there were long lines to get into the park. It's popular. I find it strange that the entrance is right off the side street off the US-9W. I would think they would have a better driveway design to accommodate the long line of cars waiting to pay the entrance fee.
Finally I was on the familiar US-9W. I just needed to bike to the 9W market, a little further up ahead, to ride on this part of the 9W for the fifth time (at least). I wasn't that far from the 9W market from where I was. After passing the 9W, I knew I had to climb a couple times around the NY/NJ border, and I remembered from the other week that it was more moderate than I anticipated. However, when it's the end of the day, and you've been biking almost 100 miles at this point, those "moderate" hills look a little more steeper and become more challenging. But I pushed on. Because I can do this. My ride on the 9W certainly felt slower, and longer.
By 6:50pm, I passed by the Tenafly welcome sign on E Clinton Ave. This is passing the very first visit from the Bike3Chai kickoff ride in May last year. Once I saw E Clinton Ave, I was starting to feel relieved. I'm not that far from the George Washington Bridge. It's funny how I think in my head that I'm "almost home" even though I know that my old apartment in Washington Heights was once a far subway ride from Brooklyn. And I'm still at least 5 miles away from Washington Heights. By 7:07, I passed by the Fort Lee welcome sign, and in just a few moments, I'll be on the George Washington Bridge. I've been looking for a pit stop since Tenafly, but I couldn't find one. I think most public restrooms in the parks are closed since it's already past 7. But then I realized I'm about to pass the George Washington Bridge bus terminal, so I can stop there. At 7:10, I entered the bridge, and took a quick selfie in front of the bridge which included a rainbow, and then continued my ride.
Of course I took another quick selfie at the NY/NJ border on the bridge at 7:17.
I finished crossing the bridge, stopped at the bus terminal, and continued onto the Fort Washington Park greenway. Seeing the sun setting, I knew I had to pull to the side somewhere and daven mincha. I couldn't find any place yet. Many parts of the parks had large crowds, loud music. I watched my Strava go from 98 miles, 99 miles, 100 miles! IN my head I celebrated achieving riding a century, and hopefully I'll be able to bike 20 more miles. 
Eventually, I just pulled over to a park bench right by 158th Street park exit and davened mincha there. I also ate some Kind granola bars to keep me sustained a little bit, and a clif gel pack to gain a little bit more energy. I relaxed on the bench for almost a half hour before continuing forward. At 8:07, I watched the sun set, and I knew from this point forward I'll be biking in the dark. It was interesting to watch the sun go below the horizon, and the buildings on the Jersey side of the river casting a shadow into the sky. Around 8:25, I got up and got back on my bike. I continued to ride down. By 59th Street, the porta potties were padlocked. I kept going down. It occurred to me I can use the restrooms on Little Island. Little Island is a nightlife park, so that's the next best opportunity. Since I left my bike lock in New Rochelle, I didn't exactly feel like leaving my bike anywhere, so I walked it into the park with me. One of the employees asked me to leave it on the bridge, so I complied. 
After leaving Little Island, I biked down to Chambers Street, and entered the Brooklyn Bridge at 9:06pm. 
The lights on the Brooklyn Bridge shined bright and fancy.
Once I got to the Prospect Park, I saw that when I would get home, I would bike a total of 112 miles. I knew that wasn't enough, and I wanted to get 120 miles in, if not 125. Knowing Prospect Park was 4 miles per lap, I could go 2 laps around the park, and that will be 8 miles, and it will be perfect. But after nightfall, I don't really have energy anymore. I did one lap around the park. Passing by Parkside Ave and Ocean Ave were large parties and loud music. It was a lot for me, especially at night. I did manage to climb the hill at the north end of Prospect Park, but I was really growing weary. I decided to just go home, and forget about making another lap around the park. I was really tired. By the time I got home I was at 119 miles, and I decided to bike around the block by my house to complete the 120 miles. At least I'd be close to home when I complete my training. I arrived home at 10:17pm, tired and worn, and hungry. I could've gone around the block a few more times, but I was done. 120 miles was still an huge accomplishment, and I should really be proud of how far I've come, and not how to top myself.

Time 10:15:48
Distance 120.22 miles
Elevaton 5616 feet

Dear Friends and Family in Cleveland,

July 28, 2024

Sunday

Prologue

A flyer appeared in the Bike4Chai WhatsApp group, announcing Team New Rochelle's Ride & BBQ. While Team Great Neck's ride on July 14 was a manageable 25 miles, this one was set for 33 miles. I questioned whether I could handle the additional biking in the early morning before the group ride's official start at 8:30 am. My initial thought was to spend Shabbos in New Rochelle, allowing me to join the ride without the morning rush.

Despite my last-minute planning, I was hopeful. My colleagues, already proud of my efforts, my rides, and my dedication to this incredible cause, stepped up to help. Their excitement for my Bike4Chai participation seemed to surpass even my own. They made calls on my behalf, trying to secure Shabbos accommodations in New Rochelle. By Friday morning, I was optimistic but still without a definitive answer.

I needed confirmation by 11 am to ensure I could get to New Rochelle and settle in before Shabbos began. My colleague, who lived in New Rochelle, also reached out to his network, but as noon passed, it became clear that it wasn't going to work out. I knew it would be unreasonable to ask someone to host me last minute, especially on Erev Shabbos. It wasn't an emergency—just a matter of convenience.

I had to pivot to my contingency plans:

1. Option A: Bike to New Rochelle early in the morning before the meetup.

2. Option B: Bike to New Rochelle as my ride and meet up directly at the BBQ.

3. Option C: Take the MetroNorth.

My ever-supportive coworker suggested I arrange to be hosted on Motzei Shabbos, but the thought of arriving at someone's home at 11 pm felt intrusive. I even reached out to gabboim in local shuls for any kind of hachnosas orchim, but they couldn't find anyone willing to host on such short notice.

With Shabbos in New Rochelle off the table, I began preparing for Option A.

The gravity of this preparation weighed heavily on me. The journey was not just about physical endurance but about the emotional and spiritual commitment to the cause. Each mile ridden was a testament to the children and families supported by Chai Lifeline, a symbol of hope and resilience. The thought of these children battling illnesses fueled my determination. Their courage in the face of adversity reminded me that my struggle was temporary and voluntary, while theirs was not.

I felt the collective effort of my community, colleagues, and the Bike4Chai family. Their support and encouragement made every pedal stroke meaningful. This was more than a ride—it was a pilgrimage of the heart, a tribute to the spirit of giving and the power of community.

As I geared up for the early morning ride, I carried with me the hopes and prayers of those who believed in this cause. Their unwavering support was my strength. This ride was for the kids, for their families, and for everyone who has ever believed in the transformative power of kindness and community.

 

The Preparation

All through Shabbos, my thoughts were consumed by Option A: biking to New Rochelle. The concern expressed by the Relationship Manager of Bike4Chai echoed in my mind. He had reached out before Shabbos, saying, “Just please make sure you have a plan to get there and back. I don’t want a repeat of last time. Thank you.” He was referring to the Team Great Neck Ride & BBQ where I had experienced a cramp halfway through the ride. His worry was palpable, and I understood his concern deeply. I was determined not to let history repeat itself.

After Shabbos, I immersed myself in preparing for the ride. I studied the bike directions on Google Maps—33 miles, approximately 3 hours and 10 minutes. I hoped to beat this estimate, but I planned for the worst to ensure I wouldn’t have to rush or face unexpected issues. I knew there might be a faster route, but I trusted the bike path along the Hudson River. I was familiar with it, free of traffic lights, and well-maintained—a reliable choice.

I meticulously packed everything I needed: fresh fruit—peaches, apples, bananas—protein bars, drinks, snacks, my tefillin, my Bike4Chai book (to showcase the cause), my outfit, and the sign board. I double-checked my emergency kit: spare tube, pump, contact lenses, sunglasses, and my old cell phone for pictures. The weight of my bag reminded me of the gravity of this journey—each item a piece of the puzzle that would help me fulfill my commitment.

As midnight approached, I felt the weight of anticipation settle in. My alarm was set for 4:15 am with backups at 4:30, 4:45, 5:00, and 8:30. Missing the 5 am alarm would mean missing the group ride, which was not an option. The end of Shabbos always brings its own challenges, particularly when it comes to sleep. I needed to leave the house between 4:30 and 4:45 to reach the 7:45 am Shacharit service at the Young Israel in New Rochelle. My excitement for the ride, the new town I was about to explore, and the prospect of finally visiting Connecticut stirred restlessly in my mind.

The preparation wasn’t just about physical readiness; it was an emotional and spiritual journey. Each detail I attended to was a testament to my dedication—not only to the ride but to the cause behind it. Every mile I would cover, every hill I would climb, was a tribute to the children and families supported by Chai Lifeline. This ride was not just a personal challenge but a heartfelt commitment to a cause greater than myself.

As I lay in bed, struggling to fall asleep, I reflected on the collective effort that had brought me to this point—the support from colleagues, the encouragement from friends, and the unwavering dedication to making a difference. I was carrying with me not only my own hopes and dreams but the hopes and dreams of everyone who believed in this cause. The journey ahead was daunting, but the thought of making a meaningful contribution kept me inspired.

I felt a profound sense of purpose. The ride was more than just miles; it was a symbol of hope and resilience. As I finally drifted off to sleep, I knew that every effort, every ounce of preparation, was worth it. This was more than a ride—it was a journey of the heart, fueled by love, dedication, and an unbreakable spirit.
 

The Early Ride

The first alarm pierced the pre-dawn stillness, jolting me awake. I silenced the others, knowing that every second counted. With only a few hours of restless sleep behind me, I sprang into action. The anticipation of the ride—this journey through darkened streets and along familiar paths—pushed me forward. My preparation had been meticulous, but now it was time to face the challenge.

At 4:53 am, I finally rolled out of my home. The world outside was still cloaked in darkness, with just the faintest whisper of dawn on the eastern horizon. As I pedaled through Brooklyn, the quiet streets of Prospect Park revealed an unexpected symphony of early risers—joggers, determined to start their day before the sun fully awakened. Their presence was a quiet testament to dedication, mirroring my own resolve.

Navigating down Flatbush Avenue, I decided to switch to the official bike paths, aiming to avoid potential complications. I turned onto Prospect Place and then onto 5th Avenue, switching to Bergen Street. The rumbling noise of the subway on the Manhattan Bridge was harsh against my ears, so I opted for the Brooklyn Bridge instead, a quieter and more peaceful crossing into Manhattan. The city skyline was just beginning to shimmer in the early morning light as I descended into Chambers Street and onto the Greenway.
By 5:40 am, I encountered another Bike4Chai rider at Chelsea Pier. I wanted to capture this moment with a selfie, but he declined. We exchanged a few words; he was also part of the day’s journey but was headed only to the George Washington Bridge. As he set off, I stayed behind, laden with the weight of my gear and my mission.

At 5:50 am, I paused briefly to eat an apple and hydrate, ensuring I had enough energy for the journey ahead. I tossed the core into the river and packed away the empty seltzer bottle, focusing on the road before me. The quiet of the early morning was a stark contrast to the vibrant hustle of the day ahead.

Crossing the 145th Street overpass, I marveled at the sun’s red glow painting the glass buildings in New Jersey across the river. It was a fleeting moment of beauty amidst the physical exertion, a reminder of the small wonders that punctuate our lives.

By 6:15 am, I reached the George Washington Bridge. Climbing the hill, I struggled with my front derailleur, which refused to shift into its lowest gear. It was an annoyance, but I resolved to deal with it later. The path through the Greenway led me past Washington Heights, and then abruptly ended at Dyckman Street. My GPS guided me into unfamiliar territory, leading me to Bailey Avenue and Van Cortlandt Park.

The park presented unexpected challenges: rough terrain, unpaved trails, and sharp turns. My pedal scraped against the ground, a jarring reminder of the difficulty of the journey. Yet, amidst the discomfort, there was a serene beauty in being enveloped by nature, even in the heart of New York City. It was a paradox of frustration and tranquility, reflecting the essence of this ride—difficult yet deeply rewarding.

Emerging from the park onto East 242nd Street, the path was once again paved, and a wave of relief washed over me. By 7:05 am, I passed under the Wakefield - 241st Street MTA subway station, and my GPS indicated that I was only five miles from my destination in New Rochelle. The realization struck me: this distance, which had seemed so daunting, was indeed manageable, even from Brooklyn.

Arriving at the Young Israel of New Rochelle around 7:35 am, I initially struggled to find a place to park my bike. Eventually, I settled on a spot by a signpost that ironically bore a “No Parking” warning. Inside, a family was selling cookies to benefit Chai Lifeline, and I couldn’t resist supporting their cause. I joined the congregation for Shacharit at 7:45 am, finding solace and strength in the communal prayer before heading to the meetup for the Bike4Chai group ride.

Every mile of this journey, every challenge faced, was a tribute to the support and encouragement I had received from so many. This ride was not just a personal endeavor; it was a collective effort, a symbol of dedication to a cause that transcends individual struggles. As I prepared to join the group, I carried with me the hopes and dreams of those who believed in this cause. This ride was more than just a physical challenge—it was a heartfelt expression of commitment, resilience, and the profound impact of community support.

The Bike4Chai Group Ride

8:30 a.m. marked the official start of our journey, and I arrived just in time, my heart swelling with a mix of excitement and determination. The morning air was crisp, the kind that breathes life into weary bones, and the sun's first rays promised a day of challenge and reward. I introduced myself to the host, who welcomed me with a warm smile. "Feel free to leave anything here to lighten your load," he said kindly. I gratefully accepted, easing the weight off my bike, knowing every ounce saved could make a difference over the long miles ahead.

Familiar faces greeted me, each carrying their own stories of training, dedication, and purpose. We exchanged nods and smiles, a silent understanding passing between us—we were here for something greater than ourselves. The air was thick with anticipation as we awaited the Relationship Manager of Bike4Chai, who was delayed by traffic at the George Washington Bridge. Despite the wait, spirits remained high, a testament to the collective dedication of this incredible community.

Around 8:45-8:50 a.m., he finally arrived, his face a blend of relief and determination. We quickly gathered for a group photo, capturing this moment of unity and shared purpose. As the other riders set off, I recited the תפילת הדרך aloud, my voice steady with conviction, invoking protection for the journey ahead. With a cooler of drinks now available, I stocked up, ensuring I was prepared for the long ride.

By 8:55 a.m., I finally took off, my heart racing with the thrill of the journey. The route led us down Pinebrook Blvd, past Hutchinson Parkway, each pedal stroke a step closer to our shared goal. Around 9:10 a.m., I spotted three riders pulled over, dealing with a flat tire. I stopped, offering company and support, sharing that I was a slow rider. They appreciated the gesture, and for a few moments, we stood together, our shared struggle a testament to the bonds forged on these rides. But the urgency of the ride pulled me forward, and I apologized before moving ahead, determined to make it to the BBQ.

As I navigated up Heathcote Road to Post Road and into White Plains, the beauty of the morning began to unfold. By 9:35 a.m., I reached downtown White Plains. Biking along the main avenues was a welcome change, the bustle of civilization a brief respite before heading off into the quieter country roads. The Strava route led me along NY-22 past a dam and Rye Lake, where the sight of tourists flocking to the dam was tempting, but the urgency of the ride kept me moving. The serene beauty of the lake and the dam filled me with a sense of peace and purpose, reminding me of why we ride—to bring hope and healing to those who need it most.

At 10 a.m., I was at Rye Bridge, with 40 miles still to go—roughly four more hours of riding. The journey was far from over, but each mile covered brought me closer to the goal, driven by the stories of those we ride for, the children and families supported by Chai Lifeline. The thought of their struggles and resilience fueled my determination, each pedal stroke a silent prayer for their strength and recovery.

Every rider on this journey carries their own story, their own reasons for riding. Some ride in memory of loved ones lost, others for the joy of giving back, but all of us are united by a common cause—bringing hope, support, and love to those who need it most. This ride is more than a physical challenge; it is a testament to the power of community, the strength found in unity, and the impact of every effort, no matter how small.

Right after Rye Bridge, I encountered a small climb, which felt like the gateway to the more challenging parts of the route. The crisp morning air was slowly warming up, and the gentle hum of my bike on the pavement was both a comfort and a reminder of the long journey ahead. As I continued onto NY-120, the road unfolded before me, offering glimpses of the serene reservoir reflecting the morning sun. The water was calm, a mirror to the clear sky, and it felt like a brief moment of peace amidst the physical exertion.

As I approached Bear Ridge Road, a car passed me, and to my surprise, it was The Relationship Manager of Bike4Chai! He rolled down his window with a wide smile, eager to check in on everyone. "How are you holding up?" he asked, his voice full of genuine concern. I explained that I wasn't sure where the others were but was certain they were far ahead. He snapped a quick photo of me, capturing a moment of determination and resolve. I requested some water bottles, realizing that despite my careful planning, my supplies were dwindling faster than expected. Without hesitation, he handed me his bottles, his gesture a lifeline that symbolized the unwavering support of the Bike4Chai community. "Stay strong," he said, and with a wave, they drove off, leaving me with a renewed sense of purpose.

The climb at the beginning of Bear Ridge Road was a test of endurance, each pedal stroke a reminder of the strength it takes to push through challenges. But as the road turned downhill, I found myself speeding nearly 40 miles an hour, the wind rushing past me in an exhilarating embrace. The thrill was undeniable, a fleeting moment of pure joy and freedom. Yet, I couldn't shake the thought that what goes down must come back up, a metaphor for the journey we were all on—full of highs and lows, each as important as the other.

Reaching the end of Bear Ridge Road, I arrived in Pleasantville around 10:35 a.m. Turning onto Broadway, I felt the warmth of the small town's charm. From Pleasantville to Chappaqua was a brief ten-minute ride, and by 10:45 a.m., I was already moving towards Mount Kisco. The welcome sign came into view at 11 a.m., marking a significant milestone. With 30 miles left and an estimated arrival time of 2 p.m., I felt a mix of relief and determination. So far, everything was on track.

By 11:08 a.m., I passed the Chabad of Bedford. Seeing a Jewish place in such a distant, seemingly remote area filled me with a sense of connection and belonging. It felt like a small beacon of familiarity in the midst of a long journey. I took a selfie, capturing not just the place but the emotions it evoked—pride, strength, and a reminder of the community that supports us.

Continuing up the road, I passed the Rochambeau Farm historical marker. The bright yellow sign stood out, catching my eye. In that moment, it was just another marker on my journey, but I took a photo anyway, knowing that these little moments, these pauses to acknowledge the path I was on, were important. It was 11:15 a.m., and I was almost at the northernmost point of my ride—Springhurst Road and Bedford Center Road—at approximately 11:20 a.m., with 25 miles left.

At Bedford Center Road, I took another selfie under I-684, a small personal tradition of marking my progress. The route then guided me to NY-172 and NY-22 in Bedford. By this time, my body was calling for a break. I pulled my bike to the side and took a moment to snack on some fruit and drinks, allowing myself a brief respite. This was around 11:40 a.m., and I stayed there for about ten minutes, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. These small moments of rest were essential, not just for my physical well-being but for my mental and emotional endurance.

As I continued south on NY-22, the road stretched out before me like a ribbon winding through the landscape. The journey ahead was long, and each time the road inclined, my legs screamed in protest. The threat of cramps loomed with every uphill climb, a relentless reminder of the physical limits being tested. I had no choice but to pull to the side of the road repeatedly, taking a moment to rest and stave off the impending cramps. Each stop felt like a tiny defeat, yet it was a necessary compromise to avoid the painful memories of past rides where cramps had brought me to a halt.

These climbs were tough, each one a battle of willpower and endurance. Some were steep and daunting, while others were long and drawn out, testing my stamina. It felt as though there were more climbs in this direction than the other, more uphill struggles that demanded every ounce of strength I could muster. I knew these frequent stops would slow me down, and my estimated arrival time kept getting pushed later and later.

As the clock struck noon, I passed the welcome sign of Armonk hamlet. The small town's charm was a brief but welcome distraction from the growing fatigue. By 12:30 p.m., I found myself stopping on the grass across from Benedict Nursery to relieve the cramps that threatened to derail my progress. Though the cramps weren't painful yet, I knew ignoring them would lead to agony. Taking a moment, I checked my WhatsApp and saw that the other riders had already returned. The barbeque was in full swing, photos of smiling faces and camaraderie flooding The Relationship Manager of Bike4Chai's status. One photo, in particular, stood out—a shot of him in front of an airplane by an airfield, a stark contrast to my solitary journey.

A little after 12:45, I crossed into Connecticut for the first time, though the lack of a welcome sign left me oblivious to the milestone. It felt anticlimactic, a brief cut-through before returning to New York. I did, however, see a "Leaving Connecticut" sign and took a selfie there, marking the moment. It was 1 p.m., and with about 13 miles left, I knew I had roughly another hour to go.

Just a block away from the border, I spotted Westchester County Airport and the very plane The Relationship Manager of Bike4Chai had taken a selfie with. I decided to follow his lead, pulling into the airport driveway to snap a few photos of the plane, the welcome sign, and the informational sign of the plane on display. It was a brief but uplifting detour, a moment to connect with the shared experience of the ride.

Continuing down Purchase St around 1:10, another cramp threatened to halt my progress. I pulled to the side and sat down for a few minutes, letting the tension ease. It was 1:15 p.m., and with 11 miles left, I kept pushing forward. By 1:30 p.m., I reached Kenilworth Rd, and the 8 miles remaining felt simultaneously daunting and achievable. But as I approached Saxon Woods Rd, more uphills greeted me, demanding yet another stop. With just 4 miles left, I knew I was close but needed to pace myself carefully to avoid a debilitating cramp. I could almost taste the finish line.

Finally, by Pinebrook Blvd, a sense of triumph began to swell within me. I was mere minutes away from my destination. At 2:28 p.m., I arrived, a wave of relief washing over me as I dismounted my bike. But the scene that greeted me was bittersweet—the bike rack was devoid of bikes, a clear sign that everyone had already left. The flags were down, and the caterers were packing up. My heart sank a little, knowing I had missed the camaraderie of the barbeque.

The Relationship Manager of Bike4Chai spotted me and approached with a look of concern. "What happened to you?" he asked. "Lots of hills," I replied, my voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and relief. Despite the late arrival, I was glad to have completed the ride. He reassured me, "There's still some food in the fridge, I can get it for you." I wasn't sure what was left, but the host kindly showed me what was available—more than plenty. I took a couple of plates and seated myself at their backyard table, finally able to rest and refuel.

As I chatted with the few remaining people and cooled off in the pool, I let my legs recover. The host and I discussed the challenges of biking through Van Cortlandt Park and alternative routes over the George Washington Bridge. It was a moment of connection and learning, sharing experiences and tips that would undoubtedly help in future rides.

Around 4 p.m., I gathered my belongings and prepared to leave. I thanked the host for their hospitality, grateful for the support and kindness shown to me despite my late arrival. With everything packed, I left, carrying with me the memories of a challenging but rewarding journey.

This ride was more than a physical challenge—it was a testament to the strength of community, the unwavering support of friends and strangers alike, and the incredible spirit of perseverance. Every uphill climb, every cramp, and every moment of doubt was met with resilience and the belief that together, we can overcome any obstacle. As I rode home, I reflected on the journey, feeling a profound sense of gratitude for the experience and the people who made it possible. This ride was not just a test of endurance but a celebration of the human spirit, the power of community, and the unbreakable bonds that unite us all.

The Return

As I prepared for the journey home, I turned on my GPS and set my mind to the task ahead. The plan was to bike through the unfamiliar areas of the Bronx until I reached NYC Health + Hospitals/North Central Bronx, a place that held memories of a summer spent working in IT there. From that point, the route would become familiar territory. If the GPS directed me through the park, I would ignore it and carve my own path. I also knew that once I passed the 2/5 trains on White Plains Rd, I could bike along there, providing an escape route in case of fatigue or other issues—I could hop on the train and ride it home. This plan felt solid, reassuring in its simplicity.

I set my course, and as expected, Google Maps tried to guide me through Van Cortlandt Park. I decided to trust my instincts and take my own path. Knowing how exhausted I was, I took my time. The pressure of deadlines had lifted, allowing me to pace myself—a welcome change from the earlier part of the day. Around 4:30 p.m., I found myself on White Plains Rd, heading south to Gun Hill Rd. By 4:50, I was already passing by the hospital, a landmark that felt like a comforting beacon. I turned onto Jerome Ave, then onto W 205th St, and eventually onto University Ave.

The ride across the Harlem River passed in a blur, with no photos to mark the time, but I remember stopping at the NYPD 33rd Precinct in Washington Heights at 5:30 p.m. for a much-needed restroom break. The Highbridge Park restrooms were closed to pool guests only, but the staff appreciated the Bike4Chai sign board I wore on my back, a small nod to the cause that drove me forward.

From the 33rd Precinct, I biked down Edgecombe Ave, enjoying the downhill stretch that offered a brief respite from the constant exertion. By 5:45 p.m., I passed by the Harriet Tubman Memorial in Harlem, a moment that felt both grounding and inspiring. I stayed on St. Nicholas Ave until Central Park, where at 116th St, a heritage pride block party was in full swing. The air was filled with vibrant energy, though I wasn't sure which heritage was being celebrated. It was a beautiful reminder of the diversity and spirit of the city.

By 6 p.m., I found myself on 5th Ave, passing the MET Museum, a landmark that stood as a testament to human creativity and history. At 6:15, I rode past Rockefeller Center, feeling a sense of accomplishment with each iconic sight. By 6:23, I was passing the Empire State Building, and at 6:30, the Flatiron Building. Each of these landmarks marked progress, a visual countdown to the end of this epic journey.

By 7 p.m., I was passing by Flatbush Avenue and Dean St. The finish line was in sight, but my pace remained slow, the weariness of the day weighing heavily on me. I biked through Prospect Park, pausing to drink water and gather my strength for the final stretch. A little after 7:35 p.m., I finally reached home. The sense of relief and triumph was overwhelming. I took off my gear, dressed for mincha maariv, and biked to shul for prayers. It felt like a fitting end to a day filled with both physical and spiritual exertion.

After davening, I biked almost home, but took an extra loop around the block, savoring the final moments of this extraordinary ride. Strava recorded a whopping 122 miles—a new personal record. I posted this milestone to my status and on Strava, smiling as friends and fellow riders liked and commented on my achievement.

Thank you, everyone, for cheering me on. Thank you to the host, for going above and beyond so I didn't feel like I missed the barbeque. And of course, thank you, Bike4Chai, Camp Simcha, and Chai Lifeline, for giving me a purpose to push through every challenge, every cramp, and every uphill climb.

This journey was more than a physical endeavor—it was a testament to the power of community, the strength of the human spirit, and the unyielding drive to make a difference. As I reflected on the day, tears welled up, not from exhaustion, but from the profound sense of gratitude and connection that carried me through. This ride was a celebration of life, of resilience, and of the incredible impact we can have when we come together for a cause greater than ourselves.

Distance: 122.02 mi

Time: 10:49:18

Elevation: 5,660 ft

July 21, 2024

Sunday

This Sunday, I set out with a lofty goal: to conquer 100 miles. With Bike4Chai just a month away (August 20-22), it's time to intensify my training. The inspiration from last week's Team Great Neck ride, where I woke up at 4:30 am to bike to Great Neck, propelled me to embark on another early Sunday adventure.

However, the night before, after Shabbos, I did something a bit spontaneous—I biked a lap around Prospect Park, totaling 8 miles. I was hoping to find some Bike4Chai trainers to join, but it was just me against the humid night. Despite the solitude, I pushed through, returning home determined.



I set my alarm for 5:30 am, striking a balance between early and manageable. My plan was to wake up, daven Shacharis, and hit the road by 6 am. There's something magical about biking before the sun fully rises, with the cool morning air wrapping around me. The lack of an official schedule this week meant I had the freedom to dictate my pace, yet I still felt the ticking clock urging me on.

After Shacharis, I began organizing my gear. I wasn’t fully prepared, so I scrambled to gather everything. I packed several gel packs from last year's Bike4Chai event, seltzer bottles, leftover Gatorade from the Great Neck ride, a variety of protein and KIND bars. Unfortunately, my GoPro was out for RMA, dealing with persistent issues. But I had my trusty OnePlus phones—my old OnePlus 8, battle-scarred from last year's rides, and my current OnePlus 9 Pro. They would suffice for photos and videos. I also packed a cloth to keep my glasses clear, my Bike4Chai sign board, and all the essentials for a long ride. This whole preparation took about an hour.


I finally set out at 7:07 am. It was later than planned, but still a significant improvement over last year’s 10 am starts. As I navigated the early morning streets, I encountered traffic at intersections, a reminder that even early Sunday mornings aren’t immune to the city’s bustle.



My route took me to Coney Island Ave and up to Prospect Park. At Machate Circle, I finally saw another Bike4Chai rider and waved enthusiastically. Entering Prospect Park, I was surrounded by fellow cyclists. I decided to make a pit stop near the Lincoln Road entrance, but it was closed until 8 am, so I pressed on.

I exited the park onto Vanderbilt Ave, then turned left onto Bergen St. From there, I made a right onto Smith St, where I encountered the Bike4Chai rider again. We introduced ourselves—his name was [BIKE4CHAIRIDER]. He was planning to bike up US-9W, while my goal was to bike down to Edison and back, aiming for the 100-mile mark. Since our paths overlapped, I asked if I could join him until the George Washington Bridge, and he agreed.

We rode to the Brooklyn Bridge and took a selfie on the Manhattan side. Traversing Chambers St to the Hudson River Greenway, I asked if he could take a photo of me riding. Reflecting on my journey, I realized I rarely had pictures of myself biking, especially with the sign I proudly wore on my back. He kindly obliged, capturing a few shots as we rode along the river.



Every pedal stroke brought me closer to my goal, each moment a testament to the dedication and spirit of Bike4Chai. This ride was not just about physical endurance; it was about pushing limits, finding camaraderie on the open road, and drawing inspiration from every turn of the wheel.







As we passed Harlem, I asked my newfound friend how he usually navigates to the George Washington Bridge. He mentioned his usual route up 158th St., and I knew exactly what he was referring to. I politely asked if we could continue along the river to the Little Red Lighthouse, as I needed a pit stop at the public restroom. He graciously agreed, and we made the stop around 8:30 am.






After using the facilities, I noticed him sitting on a rock, enjoying a sandwich. He shared valuable advice on staying healthy during long rides to avoid cramping or dehydration. As an EMT, his suggestions carried weight, and he reassured me that I didn't need to rely solely on Gatorade or gel packs. I appreciated his wisdom and showed him my Bike4Chai book, mentioning my hope that I wouldn't be the only writer this year.

Taking his advice to heart, I snacked on a protein bar and hydrated with my drinks. An idea began to form—since I had no rigid plans for my ride and had found a companion, I could set aside my 100-mile quest and ride with him. With his permission, he agreed. He shared his plan to cross the Tappan Zee Bridge and return via the greenway through Yonkers. I was excited to join him, having never explored that area before.



After our little break, we proceeded, and I warned him about a small yet steep climb approaching the GWB. He encouraged me to take the lead. The climb was challenging, but the sense of accomplishment was exhilarating. Reaching the top, I turned to him and asked how the climb was and if he was okay.

The camaraderie of biking with a fellow enthusiast, the shared moments of advice and encouragement, and the mutual drive to push ourselves further filled my heart with warmth. This ride was becoming more than just training—it was a testament to the spirit of Bike4Chai, where the journey and the bonds formed along the way are as important as the destination.




We arrived at the George Washington Bridge around 8:55 am, the iconic structure looming magnificently against the morning sky. As we crossed into Jersey, I pressed forward on US-9W, relishing the cool breeze and the rhythmic cadence of my pedaling. After a few moments, I realized my companion was neither ahead of me nor in my rearview. Concerned, I pulled to the side to check my brakes—they seemed tighter than usual. 




Taking a moment to hydrate, I called him. He was still on the bridge, taking his time. Once he caught up, we resumed our journey together. We switched off from Hudson Terrace to the 9W at E Palisade Ave, and many times he let me lead. I could see he was struggling to keep pace, and I noticed a squeak coming from his bike’s wheel—a familiar, frustrating sound for any rider.



Around 9:44 am, we stopped at the Armstrong Tower. I seized the moment to take another selfie, capturing the summer backdrop. BIKE4CHAIRIDER also took a break to drink and stretch. While he relaxed, I took a couple more selfies with the tower, treasuring these memories. He mentioned he had heard of the 9W Market and wanted to visit. I was more than happy to oblige.

Every stop was a new adventure, a chance to explore places I might otherwise zoom past, oblivious to the wonders around me. These little pauses reminded me of the rest stops during last year's Bike4Chai ride. They were moments to reflect, to appreciate the journey, and to recharge. Today, every small break painted a picture in my mind, each one another brushstroke in the grand tapestry of our adventure, echoing the spirit and camaraderie of Bike4Chai. 

It's during these shared experiences that you realize the true essence of the ride isn't just about the miles covered, but the moments of connection, the shared challenges, and the mutual support that makes the journey worthwhile. The thought of my fellow riders and the cause we ride for filled me with a sense of purpose and determination, driving me forward with every pedal stroke.



We crossed the NJ/NY border at 10:02 am, a moment marked by a quick selfie. As we breezed down two hills, BIKE4CHAIRIDER spotted the 9W Market, and we decided to make a pit stop. It was just past 10:05 am, and the market was buzzing with cyclists and motorcyclists, racks of bikes filling the area. It felt like a mini Bike4Chai rest stop, a community of riders united by the road.




Inside, there was a long line for the restroom and an equally long queue of cyclists waiting to order food. BIKE4CHAIRIDER wanted coffee and drinks, so we parked our bikes and ventured inside. I found a seat outside and waited. Another rider arrived, wearing a “Strava” outfit. Could it be the same rider from Prospect Park earlier? I wondered.

When BIKE4CHAIRIDER returned, he mentioned he was short on time and proposed a change in plans. We had two options: continue towards the Tappan Zee Bridge, adding six miles up and eight miles down to our journey, or head back south, retracing our route and facing the uphill climbs. He pondered the decision for a moment, considering his tight schedule, and decided we should turn back. However, he suggested we take the scenic Henry Hudson Drive in Palisades Interstate Park on our way back. I eagerly agreed, excited to explore new terrain.




By 10:35 am, we were back on our bikes, heading south on the 9W. As BIKE4CHAIRIDER took the lead, I adjusted a few things on my bike and then caught up. The climb wasn’t as daunting as I had anticipated—long, but with a mild grade. At the NJ border, I paused for selfies with the welcoming signs, savoring the small milestones of our journey.




Once I caught up with BIKE4CHAIRIDER, the rest of the ride felt like a gentle descent. It was strange how the road seemed more downhill than uphill, a subtle gift from the landscape. We passed the Armstrong Tower, and I corrected BIKE4CHAIRIDER’s recollection of our earlier stop. 



A little before 11 am, we found the entrance to Henry Hudson Drive in Palisades Interstate Park. Turning onto the road, we rode under the highway and along the cliffside. The constant downhill stretch felt exhilarating—I let out a joyful "wheeee!" as I flew down, no brakes. The road, shaded by foliage, provided cool respite from the sun, and the views of the Hudson River were breathtaking. Waterfalls cascaded down the cliffs, each a fleeting, beautiful sight.




By 11:30 am, we reached the lowest point of the park, level with the river. BIKE4CHAIRIDER wanted a photo with the river, and I didn’t blame him. We took selfies together, capturing the George Washington Bridge in the background. Before continuing, I suggested a short break to prepare for the uphill climb ahead. We sat on a bench, snacked on protein bars, and drank seltzer, gathering our strength.





Refreshed, we resumed our ride. The climb back up was surprisingly manageable, shorter than the seemingly endless descent. After passing under the GWB, the road curved, and the park ended at River Road in Fort Lee. From there, it was a quick uphill climb to the bridge.

Every moment of this ride, every challenge and every break, was a reminder of why we ride. The camaraderie, the shared experiences, and the breathtaking scenery all contribute to a journey that is as much about the heart as it is about the miles. The dedication, the effort, and the willingness to push beyond limits—these are the qualities that make Bike4Chai more than just a ride. It’s a testament to the spirit of every rider, driven by a cause greater than themselves.



BIKE4CHAIRIDER wanted to have his bike looked at, so I accompanied him to the renowned Strictly Bicycles bike shop on the US-9W, a place all cyclists know. It was a little after 12 pm. Despite passing this shop countless times, I had never ventured inside. As soon as we walked in, the staff immediately recognized our Bike4Chai jerseys. Their familiarity with our cause brought a sense of pride and belonging.



Every once in a while, amidst the grueling training sessions and the sacrifices of time, I find myself questioning, "Is this my last year?" I tell myself that once is enough, and maybe I’ll ride just one more time because of the book I created and because it's Bike4Chai's 15th year. But these small moments, these brief acknowledgments of our mission, remind me why I keep coming back. The recognition and respect for Chai Lifeline's noble cause are profound. 

I recall Rabbi Sruli Fried's words from a few weeks ago: "There are people sitting here tonight who promised themselves last year they would never do Bike4Chai again, but yet they are here. Why? Truth. It's just the right thing to do." His words resonate deeply within me. Perhaps, after this year ends, I'll find myself considering year three. 

There's a unique kind of respect we receive, even from those outside our community, and it creates a tremendous kiddush Hashem—a sanctification of G-d's name. Possibly, this stop was more than just about accompanying BIKE4CHAIRIDER. It was a moment for me to internalize a special message from a shop worker who simply asked, "You guys are with Bike4Chai?" Those five words triggered a cascade of thoughts. You never know the impact of such a brief exchange.

In hindsight, everything seems divinely orchestrated. Hashgocha protis—Divine Providence—is evident in today's ride. I was meant to meet BIKE4CHAIRIDER, to share the journey, to be there through the bike troubles, and to hear those five words in the bike shop. These little moments, seemingly mundane, can spark profound realizations and new inspirations.

Had I not woken up at 5 am, taken my bike out, and embarked on this path, I would have missed these moments of truth. We're doing G-d's work, and this realization is what I took from our brief 30-minute stop at the bike shop. Each ride, each encounter, is a piece of a larger, beautiful tapestry, woven with purpose and meaning.

Once BIKE4CHAIRIDER's bike was good to go, we set our sights back on the GWB, with him leading the charge. With his fixed bike, he was now flying down the path, and it was my turn to struggle to keep up. I let him take the lead as we rode along the Hudson in Manhattan. The ride was exhilarating, the breeze from the river offering a refreshing respite from the day's heat.




As we entered the Upper West Side and the bike path dipped under the West Side Highway, I had to call for a quick break. I quickly grabbed my drink and a small snack. Understanding he was in a rush, I told him he could continue if he needed to, but he chose to stay with me. That simple act of waiting meant the world to me—it wasn't just about the ride; it was about the journey we shared.

Rejuvenated, we continued our ride, flying through the city. After Chelsea Pier, he sped ahead, his pace much quicker than mine. I decided to slow down a bit and pace myself. I knew he planned to take an Uber from there, so I pressed on at a comfortable speed. 

Around 1:30 pm, right outside BMCC, in front of Pier 25, I spotted him waiting on the side. He was awaiting his Uber. Just as he had waited for me during our breaks, I now kept him company. We shared a few more moments, reflecting on the day, and I took some Clif gel and a drink.



When his Uber arrived, I thanked him deeply for his camaraderie and companionship. It was a day filled with shared experiences, mutual support, and unexpected inspiration. As he and the driver loaded his bike into the car, I felt a profound sense of gratitude. We had embarked on a journey together, each pedal stroke bringing us closer not just to our destination, but to a deeper understanding of our shared mission.

Waving goodbye, I watched as they drove off, feeling the warmth of our shared dedication and the bond forged through our ride. It wasn't just about the miles or the physical challenge—it was about the heart, the spirit, and the unwavering commitment to a cause greater than ourselves. As I continued my ride, I felt a renewed sense of purpose and a deeper connection to the Bike4Chai community.

At this point, I wondered if there were any restrooms by Pier 25, so I biked alongside the edge looking for one. I passed by different attractions such as a playground, a splash pad, mini-golf, volleyball courts, and a general field. I looped around without finding one, and then I saw the restrooms right at the entrance. I rolled my eyes and went inside.



Knowing my drink supplies were low, I biked down a little further to Whole Foods at Warren St and found large water bottles there for 50¢ each. I took several bottles and biked down to Whitehall Terminal for the Staten Island Ferry around 2 pm. I saw the time and knew I had to rush if I wanted to catch the boat. Unfortunately, I missed it by seconds, so I had to wait a half hour for the next one. Which was perfect for me. I could use an hour to rest (30 minutes waiting for the ferry, 30 more minutes on the ferry itself). My phone charge was running low, and an hour was ample time to replenish some charge.



Around 2:30 pm, the next ferry arrived, and I boarded. I put my bike on the biking dock by the bow of the ship on the lowest level and explored the ship a little. I did want to sit a little so that I could regain some energy. Around 3 pm, I was on Staten Island. I continued down Richmond Terrace. I wanted to see if I could still bike to Edison and then back. If I did so, I would successfully ride 125 miles, surpassing any biking accomplishments I've ever done. But halfway on the island, I realized, I'm not going to even make it to Edison. I mean, I can try, but at this point, I would take the train back. I thought about doing that, but then I thought, then I'd have to pay for the ticket. So I set a new goal: I would bike to the Goethals, cross into Jersey, stop at the rest stop on the other side, and bike back. It may not be even 100 miles, but that's the energy I'm currently able to handle.

Before coming to Staten Island, I was considering biking home from Pier 25, then continuing and doing the Brooklyn Riders route I did 3 weeks ago with the Brooklyn Riders BBQ & Ride. That would also be 125 miles. In hindsight, I should've really done that. I would anyway be close to home, so I could technically quit any time and only take the subway back, and not the NJ Transit. But I wanted to see how much I could push myself.

After Richmond Terrace, I biked down Van Name to Maple and crossed through the neighborhood using the dedicated bike path. Around 3:30 pm, I crossed the Goethals bridge and found my rest stop. An older gentleman was already there and asked me directions to Elizabeth. I honestly wasn't entirely sure, but I did open my GPS app and showed him the way. He told me this is the first time he's ever come this far, and he biked from the Bronx. He clarified that he took the subway to Whitehall Terminal and then biked from St. George to here. Honestly, I was impressed either way, from someone who's a little older, isn't a seasoned cyclist, biking so many miles, and riding a hybrid bike like me. He thanked me and went on his way.




I sat on one of the rocks that were designed to be seats and drank a little more, snacked a little more, keeping all my cramps at bay (which is working, I must add). After a while, I saw the man come back. He said he's just going to go back to the ferry. Even though Elizabeth's train was much closer, I understood. He didn't have GPS and didn't want to get stuck and be in trouble and be far from home. So he went back on the Goethals Bridge, and I, too, went back on the bridge shortly after.

As I crossed the bridge again, I felt a mix of exhaustion and fulfillment. This journey, like the many I've embarked on with Bike4Chai, was not just about the physical challenge, but about the people, the stories, and the shared sense of purpose. Every ride is a tapestry of experiences, small interactions that leave a lasting impact. And as I made my way back, I thought about how each mile I pedal is a testament to the strength of our community and our unwavering commitment to making a difference.

From the early morning start to the unexpected companionship and the inspiring encounters, this ride had it all. It reminded me why I ride, why I push myself, and why, despite the challenges, I keep coming back. Because every pedal stroke, every mile, is a step towards hope, towards support, and towards a brighter future for those we ride for. And as I rode back towards home, I felt a renewed sense of gratitude and determination, ready to take on whatever comes next, knowing that with every ride, we are making a difference.



At exactly 4 pm, I found myself straddling the state line between New Jersey and New York. I couldn't resist capturing this symbolic moment with a selfie, a small tribute to the miles I've conquered and the boundaries I've crossed. After crossing the bridge, I took a new route beneath the Goethals Bridge, venturing onto Forest Avenue. The familiarity of the roads guided me, though I decided to mix things up by exploring a different path through North Shore Waterfront Esplanade Park. 



But as fate would have it, my new route was blocked by construction at the site of the Staten Island Ferris Wheel, which has been paused indefinitely. Sometimes, the path we choose leads to unexpected detours, and this was one of those times. So, I retraced my steps, back to Richmond Terrace, a reminder that even the best plans sometimes need to be adjusted.

By 4:45 pm, I was back at the ferry terminal, feeling the weight of the miles I'd traveled. It was clear that my energy was waning, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude for having made the decision to turn back at the Goethals Bridge earlier. 



The 5 pm ferry to Manhattan felt like a gentle embrace, a momentary reprieve from the demands of the ride. As the ferry crossed the river, I could feel my exhaustion settling in. By 5:35 pm, I was on the Brooklyn Bridge, and shortly after, I was navigating Tillary Street. With Prospect Park in sight, I checked my Strava and realized that if I headed home from there, I would only log 92 miles. 



A red light presented an opportunity to ask a fellow rider about the distance around Prospect Park. He mentioned, "4 miles per lap," and that sparked an idea. If I could manage two laps, I’d achieve a century ride—a milestone I had set my sights on. A brief conversation with the rider revealed he was excited about his part in an upcoming movie, working with Fergus Campbell. His enthusiasm was infectious, a reminder of the unexpected encounters that make every ride memorable.

As I entered Prospect Park, however, the reality of my fatigue hit me hard. The thought of completing two laps felt overwhelming, and I made the decision to head home. I stopped by Certo Market around 6:15 pm, picking up some dinner for myself. By 6:35 pm, I was back home, welcomed by the comforting embrace of my familiar surroundings. 



Reflecting on the day, I felt a profound sense of accomplishment. Despite the challenges, detours, and moments of doubt, I had completed 92 miles—a testament to the effort, determination, and heart that went into every pedal stroke. I had started early and made it home before dark, a stark contrast to last year's journey.

Every mile ridden, every obstacle faced, every decision made, was a step towards something greater. This ride was more than just physical endurance; it was a journey of the heart, fueled by the spirit of Bike4Chai. It reminded me of the strength within, the joy of pushing limits, and the impact of every small moment along the way. And as I rested at home, tired but fulfilled, I knew that each mile was a tribute to the cause, to the community, and to the shared journey that makes every ride truly special.

Ride: 92 miles
Time: 8:08
Elevation: 3334 ft

July 14, 2024
Sunday
75 Miles

Chapter 1: 🚴‍♂️ A Journey to Remember: My Ride to Great Neck 🏞️

Right before Shabbos Parshas Chukas, a spark of excitement ignited in our Brooklyn Riders chat—an invitation to a Team Great Neck BBQ & Ride. The distance of 25 miles seemed challenging yet achievable, and I felt a tug in my heart urging me to be a part of it. The plan was set: Shacharis at 7:30, and the ride at 8 am. It would mean an early start, even earlier than the May 19th Kickoff Ride & BBQ in Englewood. But this time, there were no shortcuts. With no direct public transportation, I'd have to bike all the way to Great Neck. 

Saturday night, Motzei Shabbos, found me preparing meticulously for the early morning adventure. I laid out my tefillin, packed drinks and energy bars, ensured my GoPro batteries were charged, and readied my bike repair kit. Every detail was in place, down to the spare shopping bags and the book I wanted to share. My bike outfit was carefully set aside, so there would be no frantic searches in the predawn hours. With everything prepared, I tried to get some rest.

But sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned, my mind buzzing with anticipation. At 1:30 am, I was still awake, staring at the ceiling. By 2:30 am, I finally drifted into a restless slumber. My alarm jolted me awake at 4:30 am, and despite only having two hours of sleep, I felt a surge of determination. The stillness of the early morning wrapped around me as I geared up. Great Neck awaited, and I was ready.



Minutes after 5 am, I was already on my bike, pedaling through the quiet streets. The city was asleep, and a soft glow of dawn began to break on the horizon. The journey took me through familiar paths, past Brownsville and East New York, where memories of my days at Brookdale Hospital surfaced. At 5:40 am, I passed Bayside Cemetery, a landmark I often saw from the A Train to Far Rockaway. Seeing it up close felt like a small, poignant reminder of the community we ride for.



As the sun began to rise at 5:38 am, the humidity, combined with my sweat and the morning dew, fogged up my glasses. It was a struggle to see clearly, and I had to keep wiping them with whatever cloth I had on hand. By 6:20 am, I reached the intersection of 210th St, having passed the serene Cunningham Park. I took a moment to rehydrate with half a liter of seltzer, wiped my glasses again, and pressed on.

The ride through Alley Pond Park was both beautiful and challenging. The intersection of the Cross Island Parkway and the LIE presented a slight downhill, followed by an uphill climb that tested my resolve. Crossing into Nassau County and taking the left fork onto Great Neck Road filled me with a sense of nearing my destination. The roads here were hilly and curvy, with a charming countryside feel that made every effort worthwhile.



Arriving at the very north end of Middle Neck Road, right before the Long Island Sound, I reached the host's location for the Team Great Neck Ride & BBQ. It was 6:55 am, much earlier than my anticipated arrival time of 7:25 am. My journey had taken 1 hour and 52 minutes, a testament to the power of determination and purpose.



The sun was already shining above the trees, heralding a day expected to reach 90°F. The hosts greeted me warmly and welcomed me into their backyard. As I began putting on my tefillin to say קרבנות, I felt a profound sense of gratitude for being part of such a meaningful cause. Around 7:20, as the sun rose higher, we moved inside to the air-conditioned dining room to conduct שחרית. 



We waited for ten people to arrive, so שחרית started a little after 7:30, which gave me time to reflect on the journey and the community I was now a part of. After davening, the hosts provided a beautiful breakfast spread in the dining room. We all gathered around, appreciating not just the food but the fellowship and the shared purpose that had brought us together.



Being part of Bike4Chai is more than just riding a bike; it's about being part of a community dedicated to making a difference. Every ride, every early morning start, and every shared meal strengthens our bond and renews our commitment. As we prepare for the ride ahead, I carry with me the stories, the smiles, and the unwavering spirit of this incredible team. Together, we ride not just for the miles but for the hope and support we bring to those who need it most.

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Chapter 2: 🌞 Continuing the Journey: The Ride with Team Great Neck 🚴‍♂️


As our breakfast wrapped up, an infectious energy began to buzz among the riders. Everyone gathered outside, prepping their bikes, adjusting their outfits, reinflating tires, and grabbing drinks and snack bars. The Bike4Chai staff were there, making sure we had everything we needed for the ride. Strava routes were shared, with some riders opting for the official 25-mile route and others, like myself, planning to tackle the more ambitious 50-mile route.


By 9 am, we all assembled at the end of the driveway for the group photo. I handed my phone to someone so I could have a copy of this memorable moment. After the photo, one of the riders recited Tefillat HaDerech aloud, and we all answered with a heartfelt "Amen." Many riders had already started their journey, but I still needed to gather a few more items. Realizing the scorching 90°F day ahead, I decided to stock up on more drinks than usual. With half the crew already on the 50-mile route, I decided to switch to the 25-mile route and enjoy the ride at a more leisurely pace.




Once I was fully prepped, I noticed I was one of the last to leave. I joined a smaller group and we pedaled out of the neighborhood together. 


Several blocks away, I encountered three riders who had pulled over. One of them was low on air and needed assistance. My small group and I stopped to offer our support and help however we could. The older gentleman asked, "Does somebody have a presta valve?"

I responded, "Ummm, I think so." I unzipped my bike repair kit and began searching to see if I had what was needed.

Yonoson Tesser, The Relationship Manager of Bike4Chai inquired, "What do you need?"

"He's light on air, here," said 106.

"Just light?" Yonoson asked.

"I hope," 106 replied, as he rummaged through my kit for the necessary item. "The presta valve is the little valve."



"I think I have a pump with the adapter," I said.

"We need the adapter," 106 confirmed.



"This should work," another rider said, handing over a small gadget. "The portable pump."

"No, he doesn't need a pump. He needs—" 414 interjected.

"The presta valve..." 106 finished.

"Oh shoot, I have the reverse one," I said, pulling out a Presta to Schrader adapter.

"That's it!" 106 exclaimed, taking the adapter. "Okay. Now we need a pump."

"Oh! Yeah!" I said, showing my portable hand pump.

"He's good! Perfect!" one of the other riders cheered excitedly.

106 began reinflating 551's tire.

414, the captain of the Great Neck team, asked, "Good?"

"We're good," 106 responded.

"Beautiful. Let's slowly head out," 414 said, returning to his saddle.



I zipped up my belongings and quickly caught up with the group. Biking down the hill of E Shore Rd, I felt a thrill as the speedometer clocked me at 29-30 MPH. At the bottom of the hill, a large viaduct with a single-track railroad loomed above, a majestic sight. We made a left turn onto Bayview Ave, circling Manhasset Bay, and passed under the viaduct again. I later learned this was the LIRR's Manhasset Valley Bridge.



As we navigated the sharp turns and climbs of Bayview Ave, I pushed myself to keep up with the faster riders. I didn't want to lose sight of the group, especially since I wasn't familiar with the route. My legs screamed in protest, but I powered through, hoping I wouldn't regret it later.

At the Manhasset train station, we took a quick break. Grateful for the pause, I used the time to hydrate and catch my breath. The riders were setting up the Beacon feature in Strava, and I silently thanked them for taking their time.



We resumed our ride on Park Ave, facing steeper but brief hills. I overexerted myself to keep pace, drinking water as I pedaled—something I was still getting used to. At the end of Park Ave, we took another brief break. I opened another bottle of water, savoring the chance to rest.



We continued onto Old Northern Blvd, enjoying the downhill glide, and then left onto W Shore Rd. It was around 9:30 am, and 30 minutes had passed since we started at Kings Point. We had covered 7 miles, and the day was just beginning. The camaraderie, the shared effort, and the beautiful route made every moment worthwhile. 

As I pedaled on, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for being part of Bike4Chai. Every ride, every challenge, and every shared experience brought us closer together, united by a common purpose. We ride not just for the miles, but for the lives we touch and the hope we bring.
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Chapter 3: 🌄 Overcoming Obstacles: A Testament to Resilience 💪

As we passed North Hempstead Beach Park, trouble struck. It was around 9:40 am, and we were approaching a daunting hill. One of the riders warned, "This is a long one!" I mentally prepared to switch gears when suddenly, both my leg muscles seized up in excruciating cramps. I cried out in pain and desperately tried to jump off my bike, aiming for the grass to alleviate my muscles.

Immediately, the other riders, including Yonoson Tesser, the Relationship Manager of Bike4Chai, were by my side, asking if I was okay. Words failed me, and I could only mumble, "cramp." They gently assisted me to the grass, offering drinks and stretching advice. I had plenty of drinks in my bag, but talking was hard, and I tried to move my body to find relief. 



They advised me to stretch and drink lots of electrolytes. When asked if I had drunk much that morning, I admitted I hadn't hydrated properly before Shacharit. Realizing my mistake, I understood it was a major factor in my cramps. It was a scorching 90°F, and I had overexerted myself on the hills without adequate hydration.



Yonoson stayed by my side for 15-20 minutes, helping me get into the shade and moving my bike away from the street. Despite his kind assistance, there was little he could do beyond what he had already done. I didn't want to hold him back, so I assured him I would lie on the grass for about half an hour before deciding my next steps. He left me his number for emergencies and then continued his ride.

Lying on the grass, I tried to distract myself with my phone, posting memes on Instagram and WhatsApp. Around 10:30 am, my legs still sore, I decided to attempt getting back on my bike. Slowly, I climbed the hill using the lowest gear. The cramps had subsided, but the muscles remained sore. Despite the discomfort, I was back on my bike.



A new setback emerged: my front derailleur had issues, preventing smooth gear changes. I decided to take this as a blessing in disguise, avoiding high stress on my legs. Opening my Strava app, I studied the directions. There was a shortcut to Main Street at the end of the hill, but I chose to stick with the full route. I wanted to visit Sands Point and see Lighthouse Rd. The name promised a lighthouse, and I was eager to see it.



Heading north, the journey to Lighthouse Rd. felt almost magical, like a קפיצת הדרך. I arrived in what felt like minutes. Riding without cramps was a relief and a joy. On the way, I passed the Helen Keller National Center, a name familiar from childhood. I took a selfie in front of the institute and continued my journey.



Reaching the Lighthouse Rd. loop at 11 am, I was greeted by breathtaking views of the Long Island Sound. Panoramic vistas of New Rochelle, the Execution Rocks Lighthouse, and Manhattan lay before me. Ignoring signs advising against stopping, I parked my bike, climbed a dune, and took enough selfies and photos to my heart's content.





At this point, I was halfway through the ride. The challenges I faced only strengthened my resolve and appreciation for the journey. Each moment, every hurdle overcome, brought a deeper sense of gratitude for the incredible community of Bike4Chai. We ride together, support each other, and push through obstacles, all for a cause greater than ourselves. This ride, like life, is not just about the destination but the shared journey, the resilience, and the unyielding spirit that binds us.
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Chapter 4: 🏁 The Final Stretch: Pushing Through and Celebrating Achievements 🎉


As I made my way back down Plandome, I took extra care to prevent the cramps from returning. My leg muscles were still sore, so I had to be cautious. With at least 10 miles to go, I wasn't sure what I'd do in an emergency. Despite the concerns, I enjoyed the beautiful ride along Manhasset Bay. It felt like the ride was going fast, even though I assumed it would be much longer. 

Whenever the road went uphill, I immediately dismounted and sat down to avoid triggering another cramp. Unfortunately, when I switched my gears to the lowest setting, the chain fell off the cassette, and I had to get my hands greasy to fix it. Later, on another hill, the chain fell off again. I realized my derailleur needed repair, so I decided to stay in the middle gear.

Despite the setbacks, I continued. I let my leg muscle spasm until it stopped and kept going. Before I knew it, I was back on Bayview Ave, passing under the LIRR Manhasset Bridge again. I was less than five miles away and doing okay, though my leg was still sore.

East Shore had a small hill going back up, and I took the sidewalks for safety. I biked slowly up the hill, taking my time to avoid problems and ensure the chain didn't fall off. I had to dismount again to avoid a cramp, waited a few minutes, and then resumed my ride. I made it to the top of the hill, looked at the map, and realized I was just minutes away. I felt so relieved.

At noon, I finally made it back to the neighborhood. A sign greeted me:

I took a selfie with the sign, then biked the last block until I reached the house. I cheered happily inside, removed my signboard, helmet, and GoPro, and headed to the backyard for the BBQ. Yonoson and Zevi Bamberger, Director of Bike4Chai, greeted me warmly, happy to see I made it. They invited me to the pool, but I decided to have my well-deserved lunch first.




I sat down at the table and had wonderful conversations with the other riders who had become friends. One rider, 364, was extremely inspired by my whole Bike4Chai motive—what bike I rode, the book I wrote, my determination to ride 25 miles to get to Great Neck, and my commitment to the cause. The host, 414, provided useful advice to prevent such predicaments in the future. This team was so warm, welcoming, and wonderful. I can't believe I can find so many wonderful adjectives using only W's.



After the BBQ, I joined Zevi and Yonoson in the pool. I kept my bike outfit on, took off my socks and shoes, and jumped in to cool off. In the pool, I stretched my leg, but the cramps returned. It was painful, and I knew I had really pushed myself. 

People suggested I either get a ride back to Brooklyn or take the train home. I wasn't sure, but it sounded like a good idea. Despite wanting to do 75-100 miles today, my body wasn't letting me. I decided to rest for at least an hour before making my final decision.

As I relaxed in the pool and stretched my legs, people started to leave, and rides disappeared. My only options were leaving my bike and getting a ride to the train station or biking home. Biking home didn't seem like the best idea, but it was still an option.

I really wanted to bike home. However, a storm was predicted to move in around 5 pm. I looked at the weather report and saw the forecasted storm. With the clouds covering the sun, it would be easier to bike. From 2:30-3 pm, I kept stretching my leg to see if I could do it.

They asked, "Are you sure?" It was a good question, and I told them most of the way was either flat or downhill. The only part I had to worry about was Alley Pond Park, where Douglaston Pkwy and 233rd St went uphill a bit.



Around 3 pm, the clouds started rolling in, and I decided it was now or never. I'd rather ride under the cloudy sky before the storm than be stuck in it. They looked at me with concern, but I was determined. I got out of the pool, dried my feet, put on my socks, helmet, and GoPro, attached my signboard, and turned on Strava. 

With one last look at everyone, I thanked them for everything—hosting, giving me honest advice, providing a caring atmosphere, fostering new friendships, and offering rides for me and my bike. My leg was finally ready for the last 25 miles, and with renewed energy under the cloudy sky, I left the community.

Here I go.
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Chapter 5: 🏠 The Road Home: Reflections and Gratitude 🙏

As I made my way back, I embraced the slow pace, allowing myself to savor every moment. Speed wasn't my goal; rather, it was the journey itself that mattered. My speedometer read around 13-14 MPH, a gentle reminder that every pedal stroke was a step towards something greater.



Reaching Alley Pond Park around 3:25 pm, I faced the dreaded uphill climb with a steady resolve. To my surprise, it was less formidable than I'd anticipated. I tackled it slowly, cautiously, taking solace in the brief rest at a red light that allowed me to catch my breath and reflect on the day's adventure.

By 4 pm, I found myself in Jamaica, the halfway point of my ride. Despite the lingering soreness from earlier cramps, the ride had become a comforting rhythm of endurance and determination. The streets of Jamaica, familiar yet full of new significance, reminded me of the personal growth that had unfolded throughout the day.



Passing the old A train station on 80th St - Hudson St, I was reminded of my past, of journeys taken and memories made. Then, as I cruised past Brookdale Hospital, my former workplace, I felt a profound sense of completion and accomplishment. A block party on Ditmas Ave offered a brief detour, adding a touch of unexpected joy to my ride as I navigated around the celebration and continued on Clarendon Road.



When I finally arrived home just after 5:30 pm, a wave of relief and pride washed over me. I had completed 75 miles, a testament to perseverance and the incredible support I received along the way. This journey was nothing short of epic—an adventure that felt like it could be the plot of a movie.

MY HEART SWELLS WITH GRATITUDE as I reflect on the people who made this experience unforgettable. Thank you, Elie, 414, for hosting such a wonderful event. Your home became a haven of warmth and camaraderie. You opened your doors and your heart, ensuring that every detail was taken care of, and your kindness radiated through every moment. 

Isaac, 364, your support and encouraging words were a beacon of light. Your belief in my journey fueled my determination, and your kindness will stay with me long after this ride.

To Yonoson Tesser, the Relationship Manager, your unwavering support was a testament to true compassion. Even when others had moved on, you stayed by my side, offering comfort and assistance. Your kindness, both on and off the bike, meant more than words can express.

To Zevi Bamberger, the Director, your commitment to making this event a reality provided us all with an opportunity to shine. Your dedication is a reminder of the power of passion and perseverance, and I am deeply grateful for the chance to give my best.

To my fellow riders, I may not recall every name and face, but your warmth and kindness were unforgettable. The smiles, cheers, and encouragement you offered created a community bound by shared purpose and compassion. Your support made every mile worthwhile.

Thank you, Bike4Chai, for orchestrating such a remarkable event. From the catering to the swag, every detail was a testament to your commitment to making this experience extraordinary. You’ve set the stage for what promises to be an incredible summer, filled with hope and inspiration.

To my readers, your journey through my words means the world to me. Your patience and attention reflect a deep connection to my story. I hope my experiences inspire you as much as you’ve inspired me. Whether you choose to donate, join us on a ride, or simply share in this adventure, know that your support is a powerful force for good. Every act of kindness, every word of encouragement, brings us closer to a better world.

Thank you to each and every one of you. Your presence in my life is a cherished gift, and my involvement with Bike4Chai is a profound way for me to honor that. Together, we’ve created something beautiful—a journey marked by resilience, hope, and an unwavering commitment to making a difference. 

With all my heart, thank you.

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Feeling left out of all the Bike4Chai rides that happened in Tri-State over Shavuos when I was out of town, I decided to make my own

I was given the opportunity to discuss my Bike4Chai experience last year and my book at Menorah Park

Biking to Cedar Point: A Father's Day Surprise

June 16, 2024
Sunday
61.8 Miles

On Sunday, June 16, 2024, I embarked on a daring quest during my stay in Cleveland for Shavuos. My father, who delights in visiting Cedar Point, an amusement park in Sandusky, Ohio, would be the unsuspecting focus of my journey. Ever since my emotional tour through the Poconos with Bike4Chai last year, I've been yearning for another challenge—one that would test my mettle and surprise my father. While Cedar Point is only 60-70 miles from Cleveland, compared to Bike4Chai's 100-mile feat, it felt like the perfect opportunity.

That morning, I told my father I'd be staying at home while he headed out. But as soon as he left around 10:40 am, I began my preparations. The forecast predicted a scorching 90°, but my resolve was unshaken. I donned my bike jersey, bib shorts, and sleeves, ensuring to cover the exposed areas with sunblock. With provisions, drinks, and Strava set to record, I strapped on my helmet and mounted my Brother-In-Law's 2005 Specialized Rockhopper Pro mountain bike, setting off from Cleveland Heights.

Around 11:15 am, I arrived at Public Square in downtown Cleveland, surrounded by towering buildings like Key Tower and Terminal Tower. At the center stood the Soldiers and Sailors Monument, which piqued my curiosity with a large "OPEN" sign. Intrigued, I ventured inside, discovering a hidden gem in my own hometown. After about ten minutes, I resumed my journey, crossing the Cuyahoga River via the Detroit-Superior Bridge with its dedicated bike lane, and exploring the west side of Cleveland—a territory I hadn't ventured into on a bike before.

As I biked along Detroit Ave (US-6), the scenic views of Lake Erie to my right were mesmerizing. Though it’s the smallest and shallowest of the Great Lakes, it’s an impressive expanse of water that would accompany me throughout my journey to Sandusky. By 12:10 pm, I approached the Detroit Ave bridge, which transitions US-6 from Lakewood to Rocky River, offering panoramic views of the winding Rocky River below—a sight I couldn't resist stopping to admire.

Despite the noon hour, the temperature remained tolerable, perhaps due to the lakeside breeze. Continuing west, I reached Bay Village, where I paused to say תפלת הדרך. Realizing I was still within the Cleveland suburbs, I recognized the continuity of lakeside mansions and developments. Constantly staying hydrated, I decided any parks along Lake Road would be welcome pit stops.

Around 12:40 pm, I reached Cahoon Memorial Park in Bay Village but didn’t spot any restrooms. Nonetheless, I took a moment to rehydrate on a bench facing Lake Erie before moving on. Shortly after, I found Huntington Reservation, a Cleveland Metroparks area, where I made a brief restroom stop and continued my ride.

By 1 pm, needing another break, I found a bench behind Close Quarters Pub, closed on Sundays, where I snacked on Kind bars and relaxed. Refueled, I kept going and, around 1:30 pm, passed the Avon Lake Power Plant, now in the process of demolition—a piece of history I was glad to capture in a selfie.

At 1:40 pm, feeling the onset of cramps, I found Shellcove Park in Sheffield Lake and stretched my legs before lying down briefly. I resumed my journey around 1:52 pm, bought bananas and Powerade at a Dollar General to stave off cramps, and called my sister and father to inform them of my adventure.

By 2:30 pm, I arrived in Lorain, resting on the bridge over Black River. After crossing the bridge, I took another quick break at Lakeview Beach as a local school paraded to the beach. Back on the road, I ventured through wild lands, taking selfies at significant points.

Around 3:53 pm, I crossed Vermillion Bridge, entering the main area of Vermillion, which was hosting the Festival of the Fish. I took a break to explore Mike D’s Outlet, a charming mom-and-pop thrift store. At 4:19 pm, I glimpsed Cedar Point’s skyline in the distance, igniting my excitement.

By 4:58 pm, I passed the “Welcome to Huron” sign, calling my father to synchronize our meeting at a Shell gas station. As I crossed Huron River at 5:06 pm, I enjoyed the views from the pedestrian sidewalk, similar to the Barryville-Shohola Bridge from Bike4Chai. Despite a severe cramp forcing me to stop, I was determined to reach the gas station by 5:26 pm, where my father and sister awaited.

Relieved and exhilarated, I joined them, sharing the day’s triumphs. Though I didn’t make it to Cedar Point itself, my sister reassured me that the nearby Cedar Point Golf Course counted. I’ll take it, though I plan to conquer the full distance next time. After helping load my bike into the van, we headed back to Cleveland, capping the day with a pizza from Kinneret in Cleveland Heights.

Total miles biked: 61.8 miles

Fleet Week

Dear Generous Supporter,

I am writing to express my heartfelt gratitude for your donation to my Bike4Chai journey this summer. Your support means the world to me and truly makes a difference in the lives of children and families supported by Chai Lifeline.

As I continue my training and preparations for the Bike4Chai event on August 21-22, 2024, I am grateful for the encouragement and generosity of people like you who help make this incredible endeavor possible. Together, we are making a difference in the lives of those who need it most.

In addition to my thanks, I would like to offer you a bracha. May Hashem bless you with abundance in all aspects of your life, and may your kindness be a source of merit and blessing for you and your loved ones.

I'd like to keep you posted on my progress and invite you to visit my campaign page/blog at bike4chai.com/akiva. On the day of the event, there will be a livestream of the starting of the ride, plus live tracking of where I am during my ride. I hope you'll join me in spirit as I embark on this journey.

Thank you once again for your kindness and support. Your donation helps bring hope, joy, and critical assistance to families facing serious illnesses, and I am grateful to have you on this mission with me.

Warm regards and kol tuv,

Akiva Freund

Bike4Chai's Kickoff Ride & BBQ

May 19, 2024
Sunday
60 miles

Sunday, May 19, 2024, marked the beginning of an emotional and heartfelt journey as Bike4Chai's kickoff Ride & BBQ set the stage for the summer ahead. This event offered a glimpse into the dedication, camaraderie, and spirit that define Bike4Chai.

As the event approached, Zevi's email informed us of a change in our route due to the GFNY coinciding with our ride. Instead of the familiar US-9W, we were charting a new path. For me, this was a welcome change, having already conquered the 9W route twice last year and once earlier this year. The thought of exploring a new route added to the excitement.

My day began at 5:00 am, the alarm pulling me from a restless sleep filled with anticipation. Shabbos afternoon naps often leave me wide awake on motzei Shabbos, but the excitement for the event kept me going despite only catching an hour or two of sleep. Knowing the early morning subways could be unpredictable, I couldn't afford to hit snooze. I gathered my essentials – tefillin, headphones, my GoPro, and a battery bank – and set off, dressed in my bike outfit to save time. The train ride was a quiet reflection on the journey ahead.

Arriving at the 175th Street Station in Washington Heights, I began my bike ride to the George Washington Bridge. The sight of the GFNY in full swing on the lower level of the bridge filled me with a sense of kinship with all those cyclists pushing their limits. Navigating through the rerouted paths of Fort Lee, I finally arrived at our meeting point in Englewood around 7:15 am.

The early morning calm gave me a moment to prepare mentally and spiritually. As we began Shacharis at 8:00 am, I felt a deep connection to my fellow riders and the cause we were supporting. After davening, we were treated to an assortment of muffins, coffee, energy bars, and other essentials – a reminder of the community spirit that Bike4Chai embodies.

At 9:00 am, we took off. An unexpected detour to drop off my bike lock and make an Al Haminchya prayer gave me a moment to center myself. The camaraderie and support from Zevi and the other riders were heartwarming. Finally ready, I set off with renewed energy, the Tefilas Haderech resonating in my heart.

Biking down North Woodland Street and East Clinton Avenue, the wind rushing past me felt liberating. At the bottom of the hill, uncertainty about the route set in, but the sight of fellow riders reassured me. Together, we navigated the path, relying on each other for guidance. This shared journey, where we all leaned on one another, symbolized the collective strength and support that Bike4Chai represents.

As we rode north on Knickerbocker Road, a kind rider redirected me when I took a wrong turn. The sense of community was palpable as we all worked together to stay on course. Passing familiar landmarks and crossing highways, I felt a deep connection to the road and the journey we were undertaking.

At Reis Ave and Liberty Ave, cramps forced me to take a break. Fellow riders checked on me, their concern a testament to the bond we shared. Reaching Englewood's town square, I reunited with friends and familiar faces, the shared experience deepening our connections.

By 11:25 am, the final climb tested my endurance. The sight of others struggling but pushing on inspired me to keep going. After a brief rest, I swapped my GoPro battery and made the final push. Crossing the finish line at 11:40 am, under the Bike4Chai banner, was a moment of triumph and unity.

The post-ride BBQ was a celebration of our collective effort. Sharing food, stories, and laughter with new and old friends reinforced the sense of community. Discussing the upcoming Bike4Chai event, I felt a surge of inspiration and hope.

As I said my goodbyes around 2:50 pm, I decided to continue my ride, embracing the spirit of exploration. Biking back to New York City, crossing the George Washington Bridge, and taking scenic photos of the Hudson River were moments of reflection and joy. A quick visit to Central Park and a stop at Forsyth Plaza on the Manhattan Bridge rounded off the day.

By the time I arrived home, just after 6:00 pm, I felt a profound sense of accomplishment and anticipation. This 60-mile ride was not just a physical challenge but an emotional journey, preparing me for the meaningful and impactful summer ahead with Bike4Chai.

Total miles ridden: 59.6 (let's round it to 60).

Subject: Bike4Chai Kickoff & BBQ Tomorrow - Join Me or Cheer Me On!

Dear Sponsors and To-be Sponsors,

I hope this email finds you well. I am excited to share that tomorrow, Sunday, May 19, 2024, is the annual Bike4Chai Kickoff and BBQ! This year, they have two routes, a 30 mile route and a 55 mile route. I would love to have you join me for this incredible event, and I am able to bring a friend if anyone is interested.

If you are unable to attend, I would greatly appreciate your support and well-wishes from afar. Your encouragement means the world to me and will help me stay motivated throughout the ride.

And for those who haven't donated yet, it's not too late! Your contribution will help me reach my fundraising goal and make a meaningful difference in the lives of children with life-threatening illnesses.

I have also updated my blog on the Bike4Chai campaign site, and I plan to catch up on thanking those who donated since Purim. In the future, I may also post email updates as I post my blog.

Thank you for your continued support and for being a part of this journey with me.

Wishing you a wonderful motzei Shabbos and / or evening respectfully,

Akiva Freund

Please visit my personal page https://www.bike4chai.com/akiva

📊 Statistics 📊

Total Miles: 36.85 mi
Total Time: 4:03:36
Total Elevation: 698 ft

📅 March 17, 2024 - Sunday 📅

🕍️ Fifth Avenue Synagogue and Bike4Chai Memoir Book 🕍️

On March 17, 2024, I embarked on an adventure-filled day of biking and exploration to train for Bike4Chai, an annual cycling event that raises funds for Chai Lifeline, a non-profit organization dedicated to helping children with life-threatening illnesses and their families. My day began at Fifth Avenue Synagogue in Manhattan, where I brought the Bike4Chai 2023 memoir book I created to inspire others and seek sponsorships for my 2024 campaign. After attending Shacharis and enjoying breakfast, I showed my book to others and discussed it with them. I also asked the rabbi if I could leave my book and some cards with the shul, so people could learn more about my campaign and donate to my page.

🏃‍♂️ NYC Half-Marathon and Central Park 🏃‍♂️

With my mission accomplished, I hopped on my bike and headed to Central Park. Today was the NYC half-marathon, so I had to navigate alternative paths due to road restrictions. I stopped to watch the runners and take a few photos before continuing my journey. I visited the Bethesda Fountain, took a photo, and climbed a nearby hill out of curiosity. I then made my way to the boat house and proceeded north through Central Park, up Adam Clayton Powell Jr Blvd, St Nicholas Ave to 125th Street.

🌉 George Washington Bridge and Hudson River Greenway 🌉

From there, I biked to and along the Hudson River Greenway, continuing my way north. I climbed the steep hill under the George Washington Bridge, a mini-practice of "The Wall" which I may endure during the upcoming event, and biked to the entrance of the GWB. I crossed the bridge carefully, as it was crowded with other riders, joggers, and people walking across the bridge.

🗽 Liberty Science Center and Ellis Island 🗽

After getting off the bridge, I went down south on River Road, made a right turn on NJ-5, and climbed another hill for practice. I turned onto Anderson Ave, down to 67th, to Palisade, and made my way to Jersey City. Once I reached Communipaw Ave in Jersey City, I decided to bike to the Liberty Science Center. I had never been there before, and I wanted to enjoy myself since I was already in the area. After spending a few hours at the museum, I biked through Liberty State Park and attempted to cross the bridge to visit Ellis Island. Unfortunately, the bridge was restricted to authorized vehicles only, and ferries were not running that day. So, I backtracked to the Liberty Science Center and resumed my Bike4Chai training route.

🚲 Bayonne Bridge and Staten Island Ferry 🚲

I continued through Bayonne and crossed the amazing Bayonne Bridge. At the peak, midpoint of the bridge, at the state border of New York and New Jersey, I took a break, had a little snack and drink, and enjoyed the view. After getting off the bridge, I decided to call it a day and biked towards the Staten Island ferry. I davened Mincha at the bike waiting area and boarded the ferry. After disembarking, I biked through the Financial District, crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, and made my way home through Prospect Park.

📊 Stats 📊

Total miles: 56.62 mi
Moving time: 6:32:56
Elevation: 1,831 ft

It was a challenging but rewarding day of training and exploration, and I can't wait to participate in Bike4Chai this summer!

March 13, 2024
Wednesday


Today, I was drawn to explore a hiking trail nestled within Prospect Park. Enticed by the prospect of adventure, I packed my gear after a day's work and embarked on my journey. Before delving into the trail, I decided to kickstart my excursion with a couple of laps around the park, a fitting warm-up for the challenges ahead.


Upon arriving, I stumbled upon a hidden gem within the park—a quaint cemetery. This unexpected discovery piqued my curiosity, as I hadn't previously known of its existence. After a brief exploration of this intriguing site, I set my sights on the hill, eager to ascend to the overlook and soak in the panoramic views.



As I trekked up the hill and reached the overlook, I was greeted by a breathtaking vista that made the journey worthwhile. After taking a moment to savor the scenery, I descended back down, retrieved my bike, and bid farewell to the park.

Total biking distance: 13 miles

March 10, 2024
Sunday

Today's adventure began unexpectedly, spurred by restlessness after a sleepless night and the time change stealing an hour of rest. Despite initially planning for a lazy Sunday, I found myself drawn to the prospect of exploration.

After morning prayers at Shomer Shabbos shul, I indulged in the luxury of a leisurely morning. However, by mid-afternoon, my restless energy propelled me out of the house. Equipped with snack bars, drinks, and spare batteries for my GoPro, I decided to practice biking in Prospect Park, opting for a small-scale adventure.


As I neared Foster Avenue and Ocean Parkway, I encountered a man whose spirits were crushed as his collected empty bottles spilled onto the street. Moved by his plight, I offered assistance, collecting salvageable bottles along the curb to alleviate his distress.


Continuing on my route, I crossed over to Coney Island Avenue via 18th Avenue for a smoother biking experience. Upon entering Prospect Park, I felt the strength in my legs improving from previous rides, allowing me to tackle hills with ease.



Exiting the park's north end, I navigated through Brooklyn streets to reach the Manhattan Bridge. Despite my aversion to the bridge's noise from passing subway trains, the reduced Sunday traffic spared me from the usual auditory assault.

Crossing over to Manhattan, I ventured through the city streets, making a stop at Central Park to visit an old friend from my days at Victorian Gardens amusement park. After sharing stories and showcasing my 2023 memoir, I bid farewell and continued my journey.





Circling around Central Park, I then ventured down Broadway through Times Square and Union Square, ultimately returning to Brooklyn via the Manhattan Bridge. Navigating through familiar streets, I made it back to Prospect Park just in time for Mincha at Linath Hatzedek on Clara Street as Adar Sheni began.

Reflecting on the day's unexpected escapades, I headed home, satisfied with the spontaneous adventure that transformed a lazy Sunday into a day of exploration and connection.

End of adventure.

February 18, 2024
Sunday

This video discusses Chai Lifeline and their visit to Victorian Gardens in June 2011, a place where I was employed at that time.

A new chapter unfolded tonight, January 11, 2024, marking the kickoff for Bike4Chai. The setting was nothing short of magical— a beautiful party nestled on the second floor, a hidden gem between 34th and 35th streets on 2nd Ave.

As I parked my bike, preparing to lock it, I pulled out my phone, the video setting engaged. The entrance was adorned with the warm embrace of welcoming signs, a testament to the meticulous efforts of Bike4Chai in transforming every corner into a beacon of anticipation.


Stepping into the courtyard, my camera captured the essence of the decorations—a projected image of the Bike4Chai 2024 logo danced on the ground, a suspended TV shared a captivating montage of biking memories spanning the years. Signs adorned the path, echoing with familiar phrases like:
 "A ride you'll never forget,"
"The few, the proud, the bikers,"
"Our bikes have their backs."


Each word was a time capsule, transporting me back to the windswept days of August 9 and 10, 2023, where those very signs provided inspiration in the heart of a 160-mile journey.



Ascending to the second floor, a burst of unexpected warmth enveloped me. Yonoson Tesser, an exuberant individual and Relationship Manager at Bike4Chai, extended a heartfelt greeting. A handshake, a hug, and genuine excitement spilled out as he shared how much he cherished the book I penned about the event. In moments, more faces, more names, unknown to me but familiar with my journey, joined the chorus of greetings.

The whispers of my book had become a viral symphony, reaching every corner of the room. Their discussions echoed with admiration for the project—how it stirred inspiration, how it transcended the ordinary. My destination was the registration table, but before I could proceed, a waiter, a bearer of sustenance, extended a plate. I had to decline, mindful that my journey had just begun, and my hands were yet to be cleansed by the miles I rode.

The scene unfolded, resonating with echoes of the past, as I cleansed my hands in the washroom and returned to the registration table for my ID tag. Yellow ribbons, symbols of unity and hope, were offered, and I couldn't resist taking some. Miss Goldberg, one of Bike4Chai's Event Coordinator, the familiar name behind our blog communications, introduced herself and greeted me with kind words, expressing appreciation for the beauty and inspiration in my writings on my blog and book. Her sentiments mirrored the very response I aimed to evoke— gratitude swelled within me.



Armed with my ID tag, I ventured into the heart of the celebration, a place adorned with culinary delights spread across six stations. Desserts beckoned from one end, while bartenders crafted concoctions on the other. Platters of tacos, sliders, meat boards, and more adorned the center, a reminiscent glimpse of the Pasta Party from August 9, albeit on a more intimate scale.


With a modest selection of food in hand, I made my way to the netilas yadaim station, washing over my hamburger slider. The band played in the distance, and in a corner, Peloton rides were promoted, a digital biking journey connecting people globally.

Seated at a table, my book became a conversation starter, captivating those around me. Placing a copy strategically at the registration table proved effective, garnering admiration. As I indulged in my meal, the camaraderie flourished, transcending geographical boundaries. A Texan presence in Brooklyn attested to the diversity of this gathering.


Rabbi Sruli Fried, RSW, the guiding force behind Bike4Chai, took the stage, introducing four Israelis, survivors of a harrowing attack by Hamas on October 7, 2023. The firsthand account of the tragic events painted a stark reality, yet ended on a note of hope—innocent hostages would be released, and the reign of terror would cease.


Yellow ribbons distributed at the registration table symbolized solidarity for the captured Israelis, a collective stand for freedom. As the band resumed, we danced in a circle, hands held, voices harmonizing in songs of hope.

The night progressed, and I seized the opportunity to greet Rabbi Fried, receiving confirmation that my book graced his desk. A request for a photo magnet was granted by the photographers. Allan, captain of Team 5T Riders, invited me to join and requested a signed copy of my book, a moment that filled me with joy.

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As the event winded down, goodbyes were exchanged, and I made sure to express gratitude to familiar faces. Collecting Bike4Chai signs that would otherwise be discarded, I prepared to depart.

Arriving at my bike, a shock coursed through me—I had forgotten to lock it for hours. Relief washed over me as I found everything intact. With a sigh, I pedaled home, the echoes of the night resonating in my heart.

Count how many times I make an appearance in the video!

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