August 9, 2023 – Day 1
Wednesday
🌅 Chapter 1: The Journey Begins 🚴♂️
The day began in darkness, the harsh beep of my alarm clock shattering the remnants of a restless night's sleep. It was 4:45 AM, a time when most of the world still lay cradled in dreams. I wanted to snuggle deeper into the warmth of my covers, to steal a few more moments of blissful slumber. But today was not a day for comfort, and I had been preparing for this moment for an entire year. It was the start of something extraordinary, and there was no room for excuses.
In the dimly lit room, my roommate slumbered, oblivious to the world outside. I knew he'd returned late after I had already fallen into a fitful sleep, but I couldn't worry about him now. I grabbed my tefillin, my hat, and jacket for davening. Every second counted, and I had a date with destiny.
The Kalahari's convention center, nestled at the other end of the hotel, awaited. Shacharis was already in full swing in the main shul, a minor disappointment that momentarily stung. Yet, fate had other plans for me, as a group of fellow bikers in the hallway called out, inviting me to join their minyan about to commence. While I longed for the solemnity of the shul, I welcomed the camaraderie of this impromptu gathering. The only distraction was the hotel's new-age music, an odd soundtrack to my sacred prayers. The modern music playing in the hotel's hallways accompanied my prayers, occasionally interrupted by the announcement that I was listening to "Kalahari Radio." Despite these distractions, I was focused on my prayers.
Post-davening, I placed my hat, jacket, and tefillin on a chair in the shul, to be picked up later. My next stop was the bike room, where I needed to collect my GPS tracker, a modern tether to my journey's progress. But my bike bore an issue – the tire I thought needed replacing didn't, as the mechanic kindly pointed out. Doubts assailed me momentarily, but his words reassured me. He'd checked my bike last night, and everything was in order for today's ride. I was advised to see my home mechanic for more significant issues post-event. With a heart somewhat lighter, I stocked up on Clif bars and exited the bike room.
The allure of breakfast beckoned, and what a breakfast it was! The breakfast room was a wonder to behold, a paradise of culinary delights. Every inch was occupied by breakfast stations, each a testament to the care and attention bestowed upon us. A symphony of servers sliced an array of bread, spreads beckoned, and a parade of gourmet options spread before me. The feast was overwhelming, and though my heart desired to sample every delicacy, my stomach knew its limits. Eggs, French toast, lox, and whitefish joined a throng of others on my plate, with bananas, my faithful ride companions, for company.
Seated in this bounty, I was joined by fellow riders, each story as unique as their breakfast choices. Conversations flowed like a gentle stream, weaving a tapestry of camaraderie. The laughter, the stories, the shared anticipation – it was a reminder of the community we'd become, all bound by the same cause.
Breakfast savored, I retrieved my hat, jacket, and tefillin, with intent to return them my hotel room. With a working bike, I realized I could save precious minutes. Biking back to my room, I grabbed a shopping bag and filled it with essentials - battery banks, my GoPro case (with contacts to replace my glasses), and a spare shirt for later. I planned to return for my items, but fate had different ideas.
Biking back to the convention center, I was greeted by the sight of fellow riders already forming at the starting line. The DJ's music blared, a joyful noise that signaled the beginning of our journey. Panic gripped me momentarily as I navigated through the crowd, realizing I was running late.
Frantic, I pushed my bike through the sea of spectators, reaching the back of the group just in time. My shopping bag, filled with supplies, dangled from my handlebars - an unusual sight that garnered puzzled glances from other bikers. They questioned my choice, worried about my safety, but there was no time to explain. I was used to carrying the weight of things, and today, it was a literal and metaphorical burden.
Minutes away from the ride's commencement, I wrestled with what to do with the bag. For now, it was a problem for the future. I switched on my GoPro and started recording, a digital witness to the emotions that swirled around me.
As the first light of day began to break, the national anthem played, a moment charged with emotion. A singer's voice soared as we united as one.
🚴♂️ Chapter 2: A Storm-Tested Start 🌧️
As the national anthems faded into the warm August air, the anticipation hung thick among the crowd of bikers. But before the wheels could spin freely on this monumental day, there were a few more announcements to heed. Rabbi Sruli Fried, the event director's voice reverberated over the DJ's speakers, revealing that a recent storm had exacted its toll on our meticulously planned route. A road lay washed out, rendering our GPS directions obsolete. The route had been swiftly revised and marked, and riders received an email detailing these changes. The collective understanding among us was crystal clear – flexibility and adaptability would be our guiding stars on this journey.
With the announcements behind us, the moment we had all been waiting for had arrived. We rolled out, bikes gliding along the road leading out of the Kalahari's expansive parking lot. But, amidst the initial excitement, there was a personal matter to attend to. A bright blue shopping bag swung precariously from the handlebars, a testament to the hurried moments before the ride commenced.
With a calculated choice, I turned my bike around just beyond the parking lot's exit, determined to stow away this makeshift burden. However, the weight of time and countless questions convinced me to return to the path and join the bustling group.
As we journeyed, the thrill of biking enveloped me. We wound through the scenic expanse of Mt. Pocono, where every hill and valley promised adventure. Paradise Valley Road beckoned, offering a 3-mile descent that sent our spirits soaring. We relished the thrill, even though the unspoken truth hung heavy – what goes down must eventually climb back up. Yet, in that exhilarating moment, it was pure joy.
Our route led us to Candensis, PA, a name that would forever be etched in our memories. Surprisingly, we encountered traffic in this unassuming town, a sight more reminiscent of rush hour in bustling cities than a peaceful Wednesday morning in Pennsylvania. Retrospectively, it dawned on me that it might have been the event's convoy of support vehicles leading the way that was causing this curious jam – a common sight throughout the event.
In the saddle of my hybrid bike, I found myself speeding through the Pocono hills, a sense of agility and momentum pushing me forward. It occurred to me that during my rigorous training, my bike was laden with bags of drinks and provisions, a weight that contrasted sharply with my current minimalist setup. Here, the knowledge that SAG (Support and Gear) vehicles trailed our peloton and multiple rest stops punctuated the route allowed for a lighter load.
At mile 15, we encountered a steep ascent, and every cyclist struggled to conquer it. Curiosity overcame me, and I asked the the riders in front of me, "What's the grade?" Their reply, "46%!" provoked an involuntary burst of laughter, uniting us in the shared hilarity of the moment.
The first rest stop beckoned, situated 19 miles from our starting point. The question of what to do with my remaining baggage lingered as I pedaled onward. At a certain juncture, I spotted a media car affiliated with the event. An idea formed, and I approached them, inquiring if they could relieve me of my bag for the remainder of the ride. They kindly consented, our impromptu transaction occurring while our bicycles maintained synchronized speeds. My blue shopping bag, now devoid of weighty provisions, found a temporary home on the car's passenger seat.
With our brief exchange completed, I set off once more, heart soaring with a newfound lightness. Mile 19 welcomed me to the first rest stop, the Paradise Township Fire Station, where the clock read 8:45 am – one hour and fifteen minutes into our remarkable journey. 🚴♀️🌟🚴♂️
🚴♂️ Chapter 3: A Pit Stop with Heart ❤️
As I rolled into the welcoming embrace of the first rest stop, a chorus of white-clad volunteers greeted us with warm smiles and high-fives. Their encouragement resonated in every cheerful clap, each high-five transmitting a powerful message of camaraderie.
The scene that unfolded before me was nothing short of awe-inspiring. Dance music pulsed through the airwaves, setting a lively rhythm for the gathering. A drone soared above, capturing the vibrant moments and spirit of the event from a bird's-eye perspective. People danced joyously, their bodies jumping to the beat, and I couldn't help but join in, if only with a subtle bounce in my step.
Coolers lined up like an oasis in the desert, stocked to the brim with an array of thirst-quenching elixirs – water, Gatorade, Vitamin Water – a lifeline for weary riders. Mini tents stood sentinel, offering an assortment of energy and protein bars, candy bars that promised a sweet burst of energy, and snacks that provided a quick pick-me-up. Fruits and vegetables glistened with natural vitality, their vibrant colors an invitation to replenish our spent energy.
My eyes wandered to the back of the lot, where portable toilets stood in neat rows, providing a haven of relief. At the front corner, a medical tent unfolded, its caring staff ready to attend to any rider's needs. A nurse and a paramedic stood sentinel, their presence reassuring, while an ambulance stood by as an ever-watchful guardian. Massage chairs nestled within the tent, beckoning riders to take a moment of respite and relaxation. The meticulous care and preparation invested in this rest stop were evident, a testament to the dedication of the event organizers.
I scanned the sea of vehicles, searching for the black car adorned with the "Media" magnet where I had left my bag. Yet, amidst the bustling atmosphere, it remained elusive, blending into the crowd.
While the vibrant atmosphere was infectious, I knew I couldn't linger too long. The open road called to me, and it was time to heed its siren song. Before my departure, I spotted a station stocked with sunblock and cocoa butter. The strengthening sun prompted me to arm myself with protection, ensuring that I could continue my journey without worry.
My sojourn at the Paradise Township Fire Station lasted around 30 minutes. At precisely 9:11 am, I set forth on the next leg of my adventure, ready to conquer the 12-mile stretch that lay ahead. The next destination was Rest Stop 2, nestled near Tannersville, a place where the heart of Bike4Chai continued to shine brightly. 🌟🚴♀️🌞🚴♂️
🚴♂️ Chapter 4: Pedaling through the Poconos 🌄
Mile 21 brought with it a slight incline, a reminder that even amidst the breathtaking beauty of the Poconos, challenges would still present themselves. I deftly switched to the lowest gear, a move born from months of dedicated training, and felt gratitude for the preparation that allowed me to glide past fellow riders. Words of encouragement flowed from my lips as I passed, a testament to the camaraderie that Bike4Chai fosters.
At mile 25, a team of photographers eagerly captured our journey as we made a graceful turn from Birchwood Road to Hallet Road. My GoPro, perched atop my helmet, was my secret weapon. I approached the photographers and offered to share my footage, and their faces lit up with enthusiasm. They were delighted to learn that not only did I have a helmet cam, but I was also willing to contribute to their visual narrative. We exchanged promises to connect later, and I revealed that my GoPro's battery was near depletion. One of the photographers, with a hint of excitement, produced a freshly charged GoPro battery. We swapped batteries, and my anticipation for our reunion at the next rest stop was palpable.
As I pedaled on, I absorbed their advice on GoPro usage: a nifty trick to initiate recording with a single button press, conserving precious battery life. They urged me to capture moments with the camaraderie of fellow riders and not to record the entire journey continuously. With their tips in mind, I resumed my ride, the promise of sharing my experience driving me forward.
The Pocono landscape continued to unfold, a tapestry of hills and trees painted with winding roads. The weather remained in our favor, and the cool breeze caressed my face, offering respite as I pedaled onward. With each turn of the pedals, I reaffirmed my determination to conquer the upcoming miles.
A few minutes after 10 am, I reached mile 31, the second rest stop (programmed as a lunch stop in the GPS). I joined a group of riders, members of a team, and explored the offerings of this rest stop. Nestled just beyond the I-80 overpass, it mirrored the amenities of the first stop with snacks, bars, drinks, and music. However, this stop had an additional treat – wraps, sandwiches, and other nourishing foods to fuel our journey.
I was relieved to reunite with the kind soul who held onto my grocery bag. His white car stood out, and I reclaimed my power bank, entrusting him with my bag for the remainder of the day. A chance encounter with someone who remembered me from my yeshiva days in 2008-2011 added a touch of nostalgia to the moment. We commemorated the meeting with a selfie, a snapshot of a friendship rekindled by the wheels of Bike4Chai.
As much as I savored the camaraderie and comforts of the rest stop, a sense of purpose urged me onward. A local police officer, directing traffic for our benefit, received my heartfelt thanks as I resumed my journey.
My time at the stop: 10:03 am to 10:25 am. The sun now arched high in the sky, not a cloud in sight. While the azure canvas was breathtaking, it brought its own challenge – the relentless sun. Thankfully, my foresight in wearing a sleeve and applying sunblock from the previous stop offered protection.
Just down the street from the rest stop, a sign presented riders with a choice. To the right lay the 50-mile route, and to the left, the 70/100-mile route. A quick contemplation in my mind led to a resolute decision. I turned left, my choice guided by the following convictions:
- I had trained for this.
- I would ride until I could ride no more, with SAG as my safety net.
- Giving up now? With the day still young, the sun shining, and the promise of adventure, it simply wasn't an option.
And with that, I continued my journey along the 70/100-mile route, embracing the promise of the Poconos and the miles that awaited. 🌟🚴♀️🌞🚴♂️
🚴♂️ Chapter 5: Signs of Inspiration 🌟
As I pedaled along the scenic route, I couldn't help but feel immense gratitude for choosing the longer path. My legs weren't weary, and I was completely immersed in the breathtaking beauty that surrounded me. Each turn of the pedals was a testament to the splendor of the Poconos.
However, amidst this natural beauty, I noticed a recurring issue whenever I tackled hills – my neck would grow sore. It was a minor inconvenience, one that paled in comparison to the immense purpose driving me forward.
One of the highlights of this ride, beyond the stunning landscapes, was the multitude of signs that adorned the route. It felt as though there wasn't a mile without a sign, each serving two crucial purposes. Firstly, they marked the miles, providing a tangible sense of progress. Secondly, they offered invaluable directions, ensuring that riders never lost their way. These signs were like beacons of guidance in a sea of asphalt.
What truly touched my heart, however, were the signs that appeared between the mile markers and directional cues. These signs weren't just markers; they were messages of inspiration and hope. Phrases like "Thank you for riding for me," "Your bikes have our backs," and "Bikes take you places cars never see" adorned the route. Some signs featured images of the kids we were riding for. These signs, scattered throughout the journey, were like bursts of motivation, propelling me forward.
I have to admit, those signs had a profound impact on me. They served as poignant reminders of the incredible work that Chai Lifeline does and the purpose behind my ride. They connected me, in a deeply emotional way, to the kids and families who benefit from this event. They became my motivation, my source of strength.
At the outset of this journey, I was simply enjoying the ride, reveling in the thrill of it all. But as the day wore on, messages flooded in from family, friends, and coworkers. They were tracking my progress on the Bike4Chai website, offering their support from afar. I realized that so many people were counting on me – the funds I raised, the inspiration I provided, the kids who were watching. The event team was tirelessly working to ensure our safety and keep us on course.
Suddenly, the enormity of Bike4Chai washed over me, and it became an intensely emotional ride. Tears welled up in my eyes as I grasped the full scope of what this event represents. I was riding not just for myself, but for an entire operation that touches countless lives. From the dedicated staff to the sumptuous catering, the meticulously planned logistics, the iconic Bike4Chai swag, the ambulances shadowing us with SAG support, and the media team capturing every moment – it was all part of something much bigger. And I was an integral part of it, contributing to a cause that goes beyond any individual.
With over 650 riders in this remarkable journey, I was humbled by the realization that my efforts had contributed to increasing that number. This experience was a profound awakening, a deep understanding of the impact of Bike4Chai, Camp Simcha, and Chai Lifeline as a whole. I was now a part of this incredible tapestry, and it was an honor to pedal forward for those who needed it most. 🚴♀️🌟😭🚴♂️
🚴♂️ Chapter 6: The Intersection of Support 🚧
As I pedaled onward through the Pocono landscape, I encountered a moment that would stay etched in my memory. It happened at the corner of Neola Road and Route 715 in Stroudsburg, a seemingly ordinary intersection. However, it became significant for me due to the circumstances that unfolded.
I approached the intersection, the road sloping downhill toward a busy street that showed no mercy to bikers. Suddenly, a SAG (Support and Gear) car appeared, its yellow and white lights flashing urgently. Through a megaphone, the team in the car called out, and I believe they shouted my name. Their message was clear: turn right onto Route 715.
This intersection, with its downhill challenge, the bustling traffic, and the SAG car's timely intervention, etched itself into my memory. It was a moment where support and guidance converged to ensure my safety, a testament to the meticulous planning and care that Bike4Chai provided at every turn.
Around 11:12am, at mile 43, I reached the third rest stop, located at the West End Community Ambulance area and the baseball field parking lot. This time, I was genuinely relieved to see this rest stop. My neck was aching from the prolonged ride, reminiscent of the soreness I experienced during my training rides. I remembered those training days when I had to take numerous breaks, sometimes sitting on the roadside guardrail to ease the discomfort.
The sun hung high in the sky, offering no respite in the form of clouds. This rest stop felt noticeably lacking in shade, with very few trees providing shelter. The music blared loudly from the speakers as I parked my bike and passed the eating area. I instinctively covered my ears to muffle the sound.
Heading to the food station tents, I sought solace in some cucumbers and celery, dipping them in spicy tomato dip. Then, I made my way to the medical tent, where I shared my woes about my sore neck. The medical team swiftly produced Biofreeze, a cooling relief that I applied to the sore area. The sensation was instant and glorious. My shoulder grew cool, and the soreness began to fade into numbness. It was a moment of sheer relief and delight.
Additionally, they provided me with some pain relief medicine, and I indulged in some much-needed hydration. I took a break, sitting and relaxing, allowing my body to recover. My stop here lasted until 11:51, a good 40 minutes of rest.
Once I felt revitalized and ready to continue, I left the lot and resumed my journey southward. This chapter was a reminder of how Bike4Chai's support was not just about logistical aid but also about taking care of the riders, ensuring we could keep pedaling toward our shared goal. 🚴♀️🚧😌🚴♂️
🚴♂️ Chapter 7: At the Midpoint - Where Courage Meets Beauty 🌄
The midpoint of the ride marked a monumental moment for me. As I pedaled on, I couldn't help but marvel at how far I had come. Kalahari was now a distant memory, and I found myself immersed in the breathtaking beauty of the Pocono landscape. This leg of the journey, perhaps the furthest distance from our starting point, was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
One particular stretch of road, Weir Mountain Road, etched itself into my memory. Ahead of me loomed a grand mountain, its majesty stretching high into the sky. The road veered right, hugging the mountainside as it meandered westward. This road, aptly named Mountainview Drive, couldn't have been christened more appropriately. The views it offered were simply extraordinary, and I'd encourage anyone reading to look it up on Google Maps to truly grasp its magnificence.
As I biked westward, the mountain stood tall to my left, a steadfast companion on this leg of my journey. To my right, the Pocono region unfolded in all its glory. The view stretched as far as the eye could see, and I imagined that I could trace the entire Bike4Chai route from this vantage point. Fields and vineyards graced the landscape just off the road, adding to the splendor of the moment.
It was a road that seemed tailor-made for this ride, a road that epitomized the beauty and grandeur of the Pocono region. I felt truly fortunate that Bike4Chai had chosen this route for us riders. It was a reminder that amidst the challenges and physical demands of the ride, there was also room for sheer awe and appreciation of the world around us.
As I continued along Mountainview Drive, I couldn't help but think about the courage it took to embark on this journey and the profound sense of accomplishment that came with making it this far. The midpoint was not just a physical marker but a testament to the determination and spirit of all the riders, as well as the incredible support system that Bike4Chai had created for us.
This chapter was a reflection on the convergence of courage and beauty, a moment of pause to soak in the wonders of the world and the incredible feat of cycling for a cause. 🌄🚴♀️🌟🚴♂️
🚴♂️ Chapter 8: Milestones and Firsts - Capturing the Journey 📸
As the sun continued its ascent in the sky, I reached a momentous milestone on my Bike4Chai journey. At precisely 12:17 pm, I passed by a sign that declared "Mile 50," an unmistakable symbol of how far I had come. The sight was exhilarating, and I couldn't resist the urge to pull over and take a selfie in front of this marker. It was a tangible testament to my progress, a thrilling reminder of the incredible distance I had covered.
But that wasn't the only highlight of this leg of the ride. Soon after, at the 56-mile mark, I encountered something truly special - a covered bridge. It was a feature I had never witnessed in real life before, and now, I had the opportunity not only to see one but to bike through it. I was overcome with excitement as I turned on both my GoPro camera and my phone camera, determined to capture this unique moment.
As I pedaled through the covered bridge, I marveled at the sheer beauty of it all. This was an experience I wouldn't have had if I had chosen a shorter route. The decision to ride the 100-mile route was paying off in more ways than I could have imagined.
These moments - passing the Mile 50 sign and biking through the covered bridge - were not just checkpoints on the journey; they were memories etched into my heart. They served as a reminder that this ride was not just about the miles covered but the experiences gathered along the way.
Every mile brought new surprises, new challenges, and new joys. It was a journey filled with firsts and milestones, all made possible by the decision to embark on the 100-mile route. These were moments worth capturing, moments that added depth and richness to the tapestry of my Bike4Chai adventure.
As I continued pedaling, I couldn't help but reflect on the profound significance of these experiences. They were a testament to the power of pushing one's limits and the rewards that came from embracing the unknown. 📸🚴♀️🌉🚴♂️
🚴♂️ Chapter 9: Divine Encounters and Unexpected Emotions 📞
Minutes after the breathtaking journey through the covered bridge, I reached a pivotal moment on my Bike4Chai odyssey. At precisely 12:38, I found myself approaching the fourth rest stop - a place that would become the emotional turning point of my ride. This stop marked the furthest point of the entire course, nestled in a vast valley surrounded by towering mountains. I considered skipping it; after all, it had only been about 45 minutes since my last stop, and I felt physically fine. But destiny had other plans.
As I contemplated my decision, my phone rang, disrupting my thoughts. It was a colleague from work, and little did I know that this call would alter the course of my day. My colleague informed me that my bike journey had become a focal point of discussion at the office. The entire company was enthusiastically following my progress, cheering me on, and eagerly anticipating my accomplishments. They had faith in me, believing that I would surpass colleagues with more expensive premium bikes. I was deeply moved by this outpouring of support and felt overwhelmed with gratitude for all those who had stood by my side on this incredible journey.
Emotions surged within me during that phone call, and as I hung up, I realized the magnitude of what this ride meant to everyone who had rallied behind me. It was no longer just a personal challenge; it had become a shared dream, a collective effort, a testament to human resilience and kindness.
During this heartfelt conversation, another rider struck up a conversation with me. We discussed my trusty hybrid bike and chatted about the quirks of our GPS devices. It was a friendly exchange, highlighting the camaraderie that Bike4Chai fostered among riders from diverse backgrounds.
Then, as if guided by fate, an unexpected reunion unfolded. A classmate from my childhood, who I had already briefly greeted the night before in the bike room, appeared before me. This was an extraordinary occurrence amidst the 650+ riders who had embarked on different routes. I was almost tempted to skip this rest stop, yet here I was, conversing with my classmate on this remarkable journey.
This chance encounter underscored the profound sense of divine providence that had accompanied me throughout the ride. From turning around in the Kalahari parking lot to the extended stops at rest areas, every twist of fate had brought me to this moment. It was undeniable proof of "hasgocha pratis," a Yiddish term for divine intervention. I couldn't resist capturing this remarkable reunion with a photo alongside my classmate and my newfound friend from Philadelphia.
My Philadelphia friend expressed a desire to ride together, but I explained that I needed a few more minutes at the rest stop. He decided to forge ahead, and I assured him I would catch up. As he departed, I headed to the medical tent to request some more biofreeze to ease the persistent discomfort in my neck.
Those few extra minutes at the rest stop, which I had initially contemplated skipping, turned out to be a blessing. They were among the most profound and emotionally charged moments of my entire ride. It was a powerful reminder that sometimes, the most unexpected encounters and delays can lead to the most meaningful connections and experiences. Divine providence had woven its threads throughout this journey, reminding me of the interconnectedness of our lives and the beauty of human connection. My heart was full as I pedaled forward, ready to embrace the next leg of this unforgettable adventure. 📞🚴♀️🚴♂️🌄
🚴♂️ Chapter 10: The Strength of Midday Inspiration ☀️🌉
A little after 1:10 pm, I resumed my ride with newfound vigor and a deep sense of gratitude. My decision to stop at the Team Yossi Rest Stop, Mile 55, Blue Mountain Bike Park, had filled me with inspiration. There were no official breaks for the next 20 miles, but I was prepared to tackle this part of the journey head-on. With the midday sun bestowing strength and happiness upon me, I felt an exhilarating surge of energy.
Once more, I passed through the enchanting covered bridge from earlier. Slowly pedaling through its sheltered embrace, I marveled at the intricate details: the roof overhead, the grated floor offering glimpses of Aquashicola Creek below, and the sun filtering through the wooden slats. It was a moment of pure wonder.
As I continued, I began to understand why I had seen riders heading in the opposite direction earlier. This road briefly utilized both sides, creating a unique cycling experience.
Around Mile 60, I once again crossed paths with my friend from Philadelphia. Catching up to him, we decided to ride side by side, sharing the road and the adventure. It was the first time during the ride that I had a companion, and I cherished the camaraderie we were building.
At Mile 63, we encountered a slight but challenging incline with a grade of about 10%. I, like many other riders, downshifted my gears and tackled the climb with determination. My energy levels remained high, and I even managed to impress my childhood friend, who remarked on my ability to conquer the hill with my trusty, more budget-friendly hybrid bike.
During the ascent, I made the decision to forge ahead and ride at my own pace, leaving my fellow riders behind.
Mile 68 brought me to Saylorsburg, close to PA-33 and not far from Wind Gap. These geographical markers had significance for me because my father was familiar with this area, having driven PA-33 many times. It was a personal connection amidst the broader journey.
Beyond Sciota, the course led us onto a road that appeared less maintained, with no painted lines to guide us. However, I trusted the official course, marked by Bike4Chai signs, mile markers, directional guides, and inspirational messages featuring the faces of the children we were riding for. As long as I followed these signs, I knew I was on the right path.
At 2:35 pm, I arrived at Rest Stop Number 5, located at a winery in Neola. This was another much-needed break, a chance to refuel both my body and spirit for the next leg of this unforgettable journey. It was becoming increasingly clear that Bike4Chai was not just a bike ride; it was an incredible adventure, an emotional rollercoaster, and a test of both physical and mental strength. The road ahead promised more challenges and surprises, but I was ready to face them head-on, fueled by the inspiration and camaraderie that had carried me this far. 🚴♀️🚴♂️🌄🍇
🚴♂️ Chapter 11: A Climb of Resilience and Unity 🎵🌿
At 2:35 pm, I faced one last uphill challenge before reaching the rest stop. This driveway up to the parking lot behind the Mountain View Vineyard, Winery, Brewery & Distillery had an uncanny determination, as if it wanted to give riders one final push before they could rest. It was a small hill, but it seemed to symbolize the resilience and unity that Bike4Chai embodied.
This particular rest stop was perched at the top of that hill, and it carried the name of Team Rockland Rest Stop, mile marker 75. A fellow rider commented as they left and I approached, "This is one little climb before someone is conking out!" The playful remark encapsulated the shared sense of challenge and accomplishment that connected all of us on this journey.
Unlike the earlier stops, this one wasn't as crowded. It became evident that not many riders had opted for the 100-mile route, and it filled me with a deep sense of pride that I had chosen to take on this ambitious challenge.
Entering the rest stop, I was greeted by uplifting dance music, with the singer passionately crooning "Hashem Echod Ushmo Echod." It was a poignant reminder of the unity, purpose, and shared faith that brought us all together.
Taking this as an opportunity for some well-deserved rest, I used the facilities, reapplied sunscreen, and indulged in crunchy celery and cucumber sticks dipped in flavorful tomato sauce. As I sat in the shade with other riders, we discussed various aspects of the event, including the upcoming rest stop. There was an air of camaraderie and shared excitement, even amidst our fatigue.
We found ourselves trying to decipher which mile marker signified the next rest stop. It finally clicked that the next stop was the second rest stop once again, as we rejoined that road from mile 35. Earlier, when I saw mile marker 86 next to 35, I had been momentarily perplexed, thinking I had missed a turn, but now it all made sense.
Taking a moment to appreciate the surroundings, I soaked in the vistas. A family played happily by the playground behind the winery, and I let my feet relax, easing the strain on my neck. Glancing at the clock and realizing it was only 3 pm, and that I had already covered 75 miles, I felt like I had all the time in the world. So, I decided to extend my stay and soak in the atmosphere a little longer.
However, what I didn't realize until later was that a storm was on the horizon. At that moment, there was no sign of its impending arrival; the sky was mostly sunny with some puffy clouds, so I hadn't suspected a thing.
After an extended rest of 45 minutes, I finally resolved to continue my journey. I had been at this stop from 2:35 to 3:15, blissfully unaware of the approaching tempest, which would soon put my endurance and determination to the test in ways I could never have imagined. 🌤️🚴♀️🚴♂️
🚴♂️ Chapter 12: The Speed of Shaded Serenity 🌲🌦️
The next 11 miles seemed to pass by a bit faster, and it wasn't solely because it was a shorter stretch compared to the earlier 20-mile legs. A significant factor contributing to this pace was the fortunate fact that I began my journey from rest stop #5 by heading downhill. There's something exhilarating about the wind rushing past you as gravity takes hold and propels you forward.
Moreover, this part of the journey was made easier by the fact that everything was bathed in shade. The road felt like it was cutting through a serene forest, providing respite from the sun's relentless gaze.
Amidst the winding, undulating, and shadowy road, I passed by a quaint house on my right. An older couple sat on their front porch, quietly observing our procession of riders. I waved to them and exchanged friendly greetings as I pedaled by. We wished each other a wonderful day, and I disappeared into the peaceful woods. For those interested, the road I was traversing was T308, Running Valley Road, which hugged the side of a picturesque mountain.
Shortly after, I found myself crossing underneath I-80 once again, this time passing by mile marker 301, Bartonsville, from the perspective of the highway. It was around this point that the sky began to darken, and I could sense the impending rain.
Turning onto Laurel Lake Road, I encountered a utility crew attending to a utility pole. They instantly recognized me as a Bike4Chai rider due to my distinctive attire, and it was evident that I wasn't the first cyclist to pass by them. With friendly smiles, they took control of the traffic, granting me safe passage. They wished me the best of luck on my ride and hoped I wouldn't get caught in the rain. I expressed my gratitude for their assistance and returned their kind wishes before continuing on my way.
Unfortunately, no more than five minutes later, the heavens opened up, and the rain came pouring down. However, luck was on my side. I was approaching the 6th rest stop, located at mile marker 85, which also happened to be the 2nd rest stop. The rain halted as I arrived at the rest stop, and I couldn't help but feel that perhaps it was a brief shower sent to cool us down and refresh our spirits for the next leg of the journey. 🌲🚴♀️🌦️
🌩️ Chapter 13: A Thunderstruck Pause ⚡
Around 4 pm, as I approached the 6th and final rest stop, I noticed that some of the tents were being dismantled. It seemed like they were closing down the 2nd rest stop. However, I soon realized that it wasn't just to pack up; something more significant was unfolding.
The staff, communicating over their radios, instructed everyone to stand by because a lightning storm was approaching. So, I decided to linger at the rest stop a bit, thinking that perhaps it was a brief delay until the meal was ready to be served.
But that wasn't the case.
While I waited, I shared an app with the rest stop staff that displayed real-time lightning detection. They were captivated by the technology, as this app could pinpoint lightning strikes based on electromagnetic pulses detected from hundreds of miles away. The synchronized network of lightning detectors was a marvel to behold, and I encouraged them to check it out for themselves at https://www.lightningmaps.org/.
Around 4:30 pm, an announcement crackled through their radios. Lightning had been detected northwest of our location, and all staff were urged to locate the bikers on the roads and bring them back to the hotel. They strongly advised against continuing the ride.
I was in disbelief. I was less than 15 miles away from completing the 100-mile route, and now they were requesting that I, along with others, be picked up by a SAG member and transported back to the hotel. This was the last rest stop. I was so close, yet nature had its own plans.
Amidst the turmoil of this sudden turn of events, a SAG driver's voice pierced through the uncertainty, calling out for any remaining riders. It was a moment that demanded a choice, a decision that held the weight of the entire journey in its balance.
In that decisive moment, a wave of emotions surged within me. I felt an unyielding determination, understanding that this was the crossroads where my commitment to the ride would be tested. It was a choice between pursuing a personal goal and prioritizing safety, not just for myself but for everyone out on the course.
With mixed feelings of reluctance and resolve, I made my way to the waiting SAG van. My trusty bike was gently loaded, representing the miles already conquered and the path that remained unfinished. I took a deep breath, my heart heavy with gratitude for the journey I had undertaken and a lingering sense of unfulfilled ambition.
As the SAG van pulled away from the rest stop, I stole one last glance at the road that stretched ahead, a road that, for now, remained unconquered. In the face of nature's unpredictable whims, a different form of unity emerged - the unity of a community rallying together to ensure the safety of its members, the unity of a shared decision that transcended personal aspirations, and the unity of knowing that sometimes the greatest strength lies in recognizing when to pause, regroup, and continue the journey another day. ⚡🚴♂️🌩️
🌧️ Chapter 14: A Finish Line in the Rain ☔
As the van carried me back to Kalahari, my gaze was fixed on the road I had left behind. I couldn't help but reflect on what I had accomplished so far. A mix of emotions surged within me, both pride and sadness. There was a section of road I hadn't been able to ride, a portion of the journey left incomplete.
When we arrived back at Kalahari, the heavens opened up, and the rain poured down. Thunder rumbled, and lightning illuminated the sky. I hurriedly placed my bike in the hotel's bike room, seeking refuge from the deluge.
Stepping back outside, I couldn't help but watch as riders crossed the finish line, photographers capturing their triumphant moments. Cheering erupted for the first few to complete the arduous 100-mile journey. Inside, a pang of regret coursed through me. I wished I could have been one of them.
Then, I saw something that sparked an idea. A fellow rider took their bike and rode through the finish line, photographers eagerly snapping away. It was a brilliant notion. I wanted my photo taken at the finish line too.
I approached the bar servers outside, explained my plan, and asked if they could watch over my phones and battery bank. They kindly agreed. With renewed determination, I dashed back inside, retrieved my bike from the storage room, and pedaled toward the finish line. My fist was raised high, a symbol of defiance against the elements, and the pouring rain served as a dramatic backdrop to this impromptu finale.
As I crossed the finish line with my bike, the photographers bent down and captured the moment. It was exhilarating. The raindrops merged with my tears, making it impossible to distinguish between the two. I was sad that I couldn't complete the full 100 miles as planned, but I was overjoyed to have crossed that finish line, even if it was in the pouring rain, amidst the booming thunder and flashing lightning.
While the rain drenched me and mingled with my tears, I couldn't help but acknowledge the profound duality of the moment. It was a bittersweet reminder that life's journeys are often filled with unexpected twists and turns. Yet, it was precisely these twists that etched an indelible mark on my soul. The roads I had traveled and the ones that still lay ahead were part of a larger narrative, one that spoke to the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring beauty of the path less traveled. ☔🚴♂️⚡
🌟 Chapter 15: An Evening of Reflection 🌟
The clock read 5:30 as I stepped inside the Kalahari. The awards party was still hours away at 7:30, followed by the highly anticipated pasta party at 8:15. With some time to spare, I decided to explore the sprawling world of Bike4Chai within the vast confines of the Kalahari resort. My clothes were still soaked from the rain-soaked finish, and I knew I needed to address that soon.
Returning my bike to the rack, I ventured into the Bike4Chai lobby. A candy bar in the center immediately caught my eye, tempting me with its array of nuts and sour gummy candy. I indulged cautiously, mindful of the upcoming pasta party that everyone had been raving about. While it was hard to resist the sweets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with my fellow riders. We had all weathered the same storm, both literally and figuratively, and shared a bond that transcended the candy offerings.
After a bit more exploration, I retreated to my room. Shedding my wet bike apparel, I luxuriated in a long, hot bath. Emerging refreshed and rejuvenated, I donned dry clothes and grabbed my hat, jacket, and siddur. My path led me back to the Bike4Chai lobby, but not without a minor detour.
Passing through the main hotel lobby, I noticed a penny souvenir machine. As a collector of such trinkets, I was tempted to make a purchase. However, I realized I lacked the necessary coins, as the hotel had transitioned to digital currency, and my one-dollar bills were of no help in this endeavor. Disappointed but undeterred, I pressed on toward the Bike4Chai lobby.
Once there, I entered the shul room to daven mincha. The sanctity of prayer offered solace in the midst of the bustling event, a reminder of the deeper purpose that had brought us all together.
After mincha, a fellow participant approached me, seeking to borrow my hat and jacket for his own mincha. I readily agreed, suggesting he simply leave them on the seat for me to retrieve later. It was a small but meaningful act of camaraderie, a reminder that Bike4Chai was not just about the individual journey but the collective spirit that bound us all.
I continued to explore the Bike4Chai lobby, eventually making my way to the awards garden. Dimly lit, it was a realm of smoke machines, flashing lights, photographers, and a DJ. Trophies and plaques adorned the room, awaiting their recipients. It was a place to honor those who had raised substantial funds for the event. Knowing that my own fundraising efforts hadn't reached those heights, I left the room and returned to the candy station.
There, I observed families arriving, riders mingling, and a palpable sense of accomplishment in the air. It was a night for reflection, celebration, and unity, a night that marked the culmination of an incredible journey—one that had touched not only the lives of the children we rode for but also our own hearts in profound ways. 🌟🚴♂️🍬
🍝 Chapter 16: The Grand Pasta Party 🍝
The clock struck 8:15, and it was time for the highly anticipated pasta party. However, this was no ordinary meal; it was an event unto itself. The usual expo room had undergone a breathtaking transformation, now a sprawling gastronomic haven awaiting hungry riders, staff, and families. As I entered, the sheer magnitude of the room left me in awe.
The room was colossal, with seemingly endless rows of tables, meticulously set and ready to accommodate the hungry throngs. It wasn't merely a meal; it was an experience, a reflection of the grandeur of Bike4Chai. There must have been over a hundred tables, each waiting to be filled with individuals eager to savor not only the delectable dishes but also the triumph of the day's ride.
At the far end of the room, a large stage loomed, commanding attention. Just in front of it, a massive crane held a camera, ready to capture the panoramic view of the entire room, akin to a television studio. The stage itself was flanked by colossal projection screens, ensuring that every corner of the room was part of the spectacle.
But it wasn't just the setting that was grand; it was the food. The walls surrounding us were adorned with food stations, a mesmerizing display that covered every inch of available space. From scrumptious pastas to succulent meats, from vibrant salads to irresistible desserts, the offerings were as diverse as the participants themselves, each with their unique stories and journeys.
As I stood there, absorbing the grandeur of the Pasta Party, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed. It was more than just a meal; it was a celebration of unity, an embodiment of camaraderie, and a testament to the determination that had propelled each and every cyclist to this point. In the face of this magnificent display, I felt a deep sense of pride, not just in my own achievement but in having been part of the remarkable Bike4Chai experience. It was a feast for the senses and a symbol of what could be achieved when individuals came together for a common cause.
🎥 Chapter 17: Capturing the Grandeur 📸
Before I even considered reserving my spot at the meal, I couldn't resist the urge to capture this extraordinary moment. I took out my phone, switched on the camera, and pressed the record button as I ventured into the immense room.
The scene was nothing short of spectacular. The food stations were a sight to behold, a culinary delight that spanned the entire length of the walls. Tables stood in precise rows, each adorned with settings waiting for the participants to take their seats. The stage, at the far end of the room, was a focal point, ready to host whatever festivities lay ahead.
The air was alive with the vibrant sounds of Jewish dance music, welcoming everyone who entered the party. Yellow and blue lights, the unmistakable colors of Bike4Chai, bathed the room in their soft glow, lending an air of enchantment to the evening. The room was blanketed in a light mist, giving it an otherworldly quality, as if we had entered a realm where the ordinary transcended into the extraordinary.
As I continued to capture the moment on my camera, I couldn't help but be amazed at the transformation of the room. Beautiful blue lights illuminated the floor, stretching up towards the towering ceilings behind the food stations. Spotlights, tinted blue, cast a magical glow upon the tables below.
In that moment, I realized that the Pasta Party wasn't just about food; it was about the celebration of unity, the culmination of countless hours of training and fundraising, and the collective achievement of all those who had undertaken this remarkable journey. And through my camera lens, I attempted to preserve this grandeur, this unique chapter in my life, forever.
🍝 Chapter 18: A Feast of Unity 🚴
With a plate in hand, I ventured into the heart of the Pasta Party, eager to experience the culinary delights that awaited. The scent of various dishes wafted through the air, tempting my taste buds and inviting me to indulge in a variety of flavors. After all, it was a pasta party, and pasta was a must!
Each food station was a treasure trove of delicious options, a testament to the diverse range of tastes that Bike4Chai aimed to cater to. From pasta dishes adorned with rich sauces to savory sides and delectable desserts, the array of choices was both exciting and overwhelming. I knew my plate had limitations, so I carefully selected a portion of pasta, a representation of the event's theme, and embarked on my culinary journey.
As I walked around the room, plate in hand, I marveled at the setup—the tables adorned with vibrant colors, the decorations resonating with the spirit of Bike4Chai. The room was a tapestry of reserved tables, each designated for a specific group or team. It was heartwarming to witness the bonds that had formed within these teams, a testament to the shared commitment and dedication to the cause.
Navigating through the sea of reserved tables, I finally found an open spot at a table nestled close to the center of the room. With a friendly gesture from those already seated, I was welcomed to join their ranks. The camaraderie in the air was palpable, a reflection of the unity that characterized the entire event.
Before partaking in the feast, I adhered to tradition and embarked on the rituals that accompanied the meal. I made my way to a sink, meticulously washed my hands, and recited the appropriate blessings. With the blessings of washing and the hamotzi recited, I was ready to enjoy the meal, both physically and spiritually nourished.
As I settled into my seat, I perused the event itinerary that had been placed on the table. The Tehilim recitation and the Siyum Mishnayos stood out—a beautiful acknowledgment of the power of prayer and the collective efforts to support and uplift those in need of healing. The lineup of speeches and addresses underscored the significance of the evening, showcasing the shared commitment to the cause and the celebration of achievements.
The Awards Ceremony, a recognition of outstanding fundraising efforts, was a reminder that Bike4Chai was not just a cycling event—it was a platform for making a tangible difference in the lives of others. The presence of a Chai Lifeline warrior as a guest speaker added a personal touch, giving a voice to those who had benefited directly from the organization's work.
As I ate, the room lights dimmed as Bike4Chai's intro video played on stage. The video served as a powerful reminder of the purpose behind the event, illustrating the impact that each participant's dedication had on the lives of children and families. The stories shared on screen were a testament to the unity and strength that Bike4Chai fostered, inspiring us all to continue striving for the betterment of others.
Amidst the festivities, the Pasta Party was a culmination of shared efforts, a testament to the incredible power of individuals coming together for a greater purpose. Each bite of pasta, each conversation, and each moment of celebration were a reflection of the unity that defined Bike4Chai—a unity that transcended the cycling route and extended into the hearts of all those who participated.
As the evening progressed, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for being part of such a meaningful event. The Pasta Party was more than just a meal; it was a celebration of community, perseverance, and the boundless potential of human kindness.
🥁 Chapter 19: A Symphony of Unity 🎶
As we savored our meals, the atmosphere in the room became charged with anticipation. Rabbi Sruli Fried, MSW, the executive director of Bike4Chai, stepped onto the stage and took hold of the microphone. He began by inviting us to collectively recite Tehillim 130, a heartfelt prayer for the children we had been cycling for. A hush fell over the room as everyone, with reverence and unity, stood and whispered the words of Tehillim 130 along with him followed by Acheinu.
Once the heartfelt prayer was concluded, the executive director passed the microphone to Avrumi, of Team Meridian, a person who had dedicated their time and effort to learning Mishnayos. Their mission was to make a Siyum, completing the study of six orders of Mishnah, all in the merit of a three-year-old girl, Malka bas Aviva. Malka had recently become a part of the Chai Lifeline family due to a sudden illness that had entered her life just six weeks ago.
With sincerity and devotion, Avrumi made the Siyum, a moment that transcended the boundaries of the event. It was a collective act of prayer and commitment, a powerful symbol of hope and unity. As the final words of the Siyum resounded through the room, an outpouring of well-wishes and "Mazel Tov" echoed from all corners.
Following this touching tribute, a music video of last year's Bike4Chai ride began to play on the stage screens. The energy in the room heightened, and as the music crescendoed, a drummer appeared on the stage, foreshadowing the captivating performance that was yet to come.
During a particularly rhythmic section of the song, the atmosphere took an exhilarating turn. Rest stop volunteers, representing the heartbeat of the event, emerged from all doorways of the room, their hands clapping above their heads in unison as they made their way toward the stage. The room pulsated with their infectious energy and enthusiasm.
Both the volunteers and the drummer, now joined by a growing ensemble of drummers, took their places on the stage. The music video seamlessly transitioned to depict them on stage, the flashing lights and dynamic visuals mirroring the exhilarating rhythm of their performance. It was a moment of pure synergy, a celebration of the individuals who had made the event possible.
As the drummers and volunteers danced and drummed in perfect harmony, the room came alive with their spirit. It was a visual and auditory spectacle, a testament to the unity, dedication, and passion that defined Bike4Chai. In that moment, the boundaries between participants, volunteers, and spectators dissolved, and we all became part of a living, breathing symphony of unity.
It was a celebration of how every element of Bike4Chai, from the cyclists on the road to the volunteers at the rest stops, worked together to create something greater than themselves. The room throbbed with the energy of their collective effort, a powerful reminder of the impact that can be achieved when people unite for a common purpose.
As the performance concluded, the applause and cheers of the audience filled the room, echoing the deep appreciation we all felt for the incredible community that had come together on this remarkable journey. We were more than just participants; we were a family, bound by a shared mission and a shared commitment to making a difference in the lives of others.
The drumming performance had set the stage for what was yet to come, and the excitement in the room was palpable. We were ready for the next chapter of this unforgettable evening, a chapter that would further deepen our connection to the cause and to each other.
🎙️ Chapter 20: Voices of Inspiration 🌟
With the rhythmic crescendo of the drumming performance still echoing in our hearts, Rabbi Sruli Fried, the Bike4Chai executive director once again took the microphone. His opening remarks were filled with gratitude, echoing our collective appreciation for the dedication and commitment of everyone in the room. It was a moment to reflect on the journey we had undertaken and the impact we were making together.
Following Rabbi Sruli Fried's opening remarks, it was time for a voice that held great significance—the CEO of Chai Lifeline himself, Rabbi Simcha Scholar. He stepped up to the microphone, and his words resonated deeply with everyone in the room. His main address spoke to the heart of the event, emphasizing the transformative power of collective action and the importance of supporting those in need. It was a reminder that Bike4Chai was not just a ride; it was a lifeline for countless families.
As the evening progressed, it was time for a moment of celebration and recognition. The Awards Ceremony commenced, a time to honor the teams and individuals who had gone above and beyond in their fundraising efforts. The collective impact of Bike4Chai was staggering, with over 12 million dollars raised in a single year. Team Lakewood received a resounding shoutout for their exceptional achievement, having raised over 2.5 million dollars. The dedication of one rider, who had raised 1.2 million dollars, was also celebrated. These achievements were a testament to the unwavering commitment of all involved.
However, amidst the applause and cheers, the room fell silent as a brave and resilient voice took the stage—a teenage girl, a Chai Lifeline warrior. Her story was both heartbreaking and inspiring, a testament to the courage and strength that Bike4Chai aimed to nurture in its participants.
She shared the poignant tale of her life. Until recently, she had been a healthy, active girl. But one fateful day, as she and her family were enjoying the slopes, she decided to take one last run down the hill. In that moment, her life changed forever. She missed a turn and suffered a devastating injury. What followed were numerous hospital visits and the heart-wrenching realization that she would never walk again. She would spend her life in a wheelchair.
Her story was a profound reminder of the fragility of life and the resilience of the human spirit. She had watched other children come and go from the hospital, while she remained, facing a reality that no child should have to endure. Her strength in sharing her journey touched the hearts of everyone in the room, reminding us all of the purpose and impact of Bike4Chai.
In that moment, her story became our story. It was a stark reminder of why we rode, why we fundraised, and why we came together as a community. We were not just cyclists; we were agents of hope and change. The teenage girl's courage and resilience became a beacon of inspiration, a reminder that, despite life's challenges, we could all make a difference in the lives of others.
As her voice faded and the applause filled the room, we were left with a profound sense of purpose. Bike4Chai was not just an event; it was a movement of compassion and unity, a force for good that transcended the challenges we faced. In the face of adversity, we found strength, and in our shared journey, we discovered the boundless potential of the human spirit.
🥁 Chapter 21: Rhythms of Unity and Celebration 🎶
As the echoes of the young girl's emotional story continued to resonate in the room, Mr. Zevy Bamberger, the director of Bike4Chai stepped forward. His message was one of appreciation and recognition, a moment to honor the tireless efforts of each and every individual who had contributed to this year's campaign. With genuine warmth, he listed the names of those who had gone above and beyond, congratulating them for their unwavering dedication to the cause.
In a heartwarming twist, he invited everyone at the dinner to check beneath their seats, where a letter awaited from a camper at Camp Simcha. Unfortunately, not every seat held a letter, but those who received them found a heartfelt message, a reminder of the profound impact of their support on the lives of these courageous children.
Tararam Drum Group, the drummers who had earlier graced the stage returned, their rhythmic energy filling the room once more. Staff members circulated, distributing drumsticks to all in attendance. We became a collective orchestra, using our chairs as practice drums and following the drummers' lead as they guided us through different beats.
Now, I must admit, I'm not particularly skilled in the realm of music, and keeping up with the rhythms was a bit of a challenge. But what I lacked in musical finesse, I made up for in enthusiasm. The joy of being part of this synchronized drumming experience, surrounded by hundreds of like-minded individuals, was an unforgettable moment of unity and celebration.
After their captivating performance (and our enthusiastic participation), the drummers treated us to an encore presentation of the music video. The volunteers who had manned the rest stops throughout the event joined them on stage, creating a vibrant spectacle of rhythm and unity.
But the festivities were far from over. The room was filled with music, and a spontaneous burst of energy saw a guest rise from the tables. With infectious enthusiasm, this individual took the hand of the Bike4Chai executive director, and the dance floor came to life. It was a moment that couldn't be resisted, and a few more joined in.
In the spirit of the occasion, I decided to be the fourth person to join the dance circle. Within moments, a crowd had gathered, and we danced together as one, a symbol of the unity that defined Bike4Chai. The energy in the room was electric, a reflection of the shared journey, the shared purpose, and the shared joy that filled our hearts.
As we danced, I couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of the moment wash over me. It was a celebration of community, of triumph, and of the incredible impact we could make when we came together. In the rhythms of the music and the shared laughter of the dance, I found a sense of belonging and a reminder that, together, we could accomplish extraordinary things.
🍰 Chapter 22: A Sweet Finish and a Spiritual Pause 🙏
As the pulsating rhythms of our impromptu dance gradually faded into the night, I found myself in the convention center lobby. Here, under the bright, well-lit atmosphere, a delightful array of desserts awaited, each one more tempting than the last. However, the feast I had already enjoyed left me nearly bursting at the seams, and I had to regretfully decline the sweet offerings.
Resisting the allure of these delectable treats, I managed to muster just enough room for a small piece of cake. Anything more, and I would have been in danger of overindulging. The evening had been a culinary extravaganza, leaving me both physically satisfied and profoundly moved.
Feeling content and satiated, I made my way to the shul for Maariv, the evening prayer. Here, I found my hat and jacket, which had been borrowed by a fellow participant during Mincha earlier. With my attire returned, I donned them once more as I entered the tranquil space. The shul held a sense of serenity, a welcome contrast to the lively festivities of the night.
After concluding my prayers, I ventured back to the expo room where we had gathered for the Pasta Party. The vibrant atmosphere had now been replaced with the hum of cleaning crews tidying up the remnants of our celebration. I took a moment to sit at my seat, reflecting on the day's events, the unity, the shared stories, and the deep sense of purpose that permeated every moment.
With gratitude in my heart, I recited Birchas Hamazon, the blessing after the meal. It was a fitting conclusion to the day's festivities, a moment to express thanks for the nourishment of body and soul that Bike4Chai had provided.
From there, I returned to the shul once more. To my pleasant surprise, a rabbi was leading a session of Daf Yomi, the daily study of a page of Talmud. We were delving into tractate Gittin, specifically daf 80, and it felt like a spiritual respite amidst the whirlwind of events.
As the discussion unfolded, I couldn't help but appreciate the opportunity for both physical and spiritual nourishment that this event had afforded me. It was a reminder that Bike4Chai was more than just a cycling journey—it was a holistic experience that touched every facet of life.
After the engaging session of Daf Yomi, I returned to my room, enveloped by a sense of tranquility and fulfillment. It was time to recharge, to rest, and to prepare for the next leg of our journey—the 58-mile ride to Camp Simcha, where the true heart of Bike4Chai awaited.
Past the Upper West Side, I noticed changes to the bike route, prompting me to take a detour due to pedestrian-only areas. However, I saw an opportunity to stop at a public restroom, a rare find during long rides. With a quick pit stop completed, I resumed my journey, reflecting on the closure of the old Fairway supermarket – a place that once held a treasure trove of memories and a rich selection of kosher meats. Navigating around iconic filming spots and landmarks, I was reminded of the countless movies and TV shows that had featured this stretch of the city.
Simcha Ezra
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