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
Welcome to My Bike4Chai Journey: Let's Pedal for Hope!
Akiva Freund |
Cleveland Heights, OH
Akiva Freund
Dear Friends and Supporters,
In the summer of 2023, I embarked on an incredible journey with Bike4Chai, a journey filled with determination, camaraderie, and the unshakable belief that together, we can make a difference. The rain might have been drizzling down on us on that summer afternoon, but our spirits shone brighter than the sun. We trained, we persevered, and we laughed through the challenges because we knew what we were riding for: the children of Chai Lifeline who inspire us every day.
During our training rides, we shared miles of laughter and encouragement, forming bonds that transcended the pavement beneath our tires. I'll never forget the call I received during a rest stop on day one, the rainstorm that couldn't dampen our resolve, the impromptu karaoke performances, the daunting ascent of "The Wall," and the tears that welled up as we arrived at Camp Simcha. It was an experience that illuminated the summer afternoon with hope, unity, and joy.
But it was at Camp Simcha, where we concluded our ride, that the true magic happened. We arrived, bedecked in gear and helmets, only to be greeted by a chorus of laughter, high fives, and heartwarming embraces. Tears flowed freely as we danced with the incredible kids of Camp Simcha, our shared triumph brightening the afternoon drizzle.
Now, in 2024, I'm gearing up for another inspiring journey. Just as in 2023, I have a goal: to raise $5000 by August 14, 2024. I invite you to join me in this mission, to pedal alongside me, or to support me as I ride once again for hope, for unity, and for the amazing kids of Chai Lifeline.
Together, we can illuminate the path ahead, no matter the weather, and bring light into the lives of those who need it most. Join me, and let's pedal for hope!
Request Your Copy of My Bike4Chai Event Book!
As a bonus, if you'd like to relive these incredible moments from my journey, you can request a copy of my book chronicling the entire Bike4Chai event here. It's a whopping 550 pages, a true labor of love, and a keepsake of our unforgettable journey together.
With love and determination,
Akiva Freund
In the summer of 2023, I embarked on an incredible journey with Bike4Chai, a journey filled with determination, camaraderie, and the unshakable belief that together, we can make a difference. The rain might have been drizzling down on us on that summer afternoon, but our spirits shone brighter than the sun. We trained, we persevered, and we laughed through the challenges because we knew what we were riding for: the children of Chai Lifeline who inspire us every day.
During our training rides, we shared miles of laughter and encouragement, forming bonds that transcended the pavement beneath our tires. I'll never forget the call I received during a rest stop on day one, the rainstorm that couldn't dampen our resolve, the impromptu karaoke performances, the daunting ascent of "The Wall," and the tears that welled up as we arrived at Camp Simcha. It was an experience that illuminated the summer afternoon with hope, unity, and joy.
But it was at Camp Simcha, where we concluded our ride, that the true magic happened. We arrived, bedecked in gear and helmets, only to be greeted by a chorus of laughter, high fives, and heartwarming embraces. Tears flowed freely as we danced with the incredible kids of Camp Simcha, our shared triumph brightening the afternoon drizzle.
Now, in 2024, I'm gearing up for another inspiring journey. Just as in 2023, I have a goal: to raise $5000 by August 14, 2024. I invite you to join me in this mission, to pedal alongside me, or to support me as I ride once again for hope, for unity, and for the amazing kids of Chai Lifeline.
Together, we can illuminate the path ahead, no matter the weather, and bring light into the lives of those who need it most. Join me, and let's pedal for hope!
Request Your Copy of My Bike4Chai Event Book!
As a bonus, if you'd like to relive these incredible moments from my journey, you can request a copy of my book chronicling the entire Bike4Chai event here. It's a whopping 550 pages, a true labor of love, and a keepsake of our unforgettable journey together.
With love and determination,
Akiva Freund
Introduction
(From my 2023 book)
LIFE OFTEN UNFOLDS LIKE A TAPESTRY, woven together by threads of memories, experiences, and moments that shape who we are. For many, the journey into the world of cycling starts with the simplest of wheels - the tricycle. A small child, eager to explore the world beyond the driveway, takes those wobbly first rides, often under the watchful gaze of a parent. With time, the tricycle gives way to the bicycle, and the real adventure begins. It's a journey that teaches us more than just how to balance on two wheels; it instills in us the spirit of exploration, independence, and resilience.
I remember my own childhood days of riding driveway trikes, the excitement of graduating to my first bike without training wheels, and the joy of those afternoons when my father patiently guided me down the sidewalk, teaching me to pedal, balance, and conquer my nervousness. These early memories of biking, simple yet profound, laid the foundation for a lifelong love affair with cycling.
Fast forward to 2005, I achieved a new milestone, pedaling from Cleveland Heights to Telshe Yeshiva/Wickliffe Public Library and back - a journey of ten miles each way. It felt like a grand adventure, a taste of the freedom and possibilities that cycling offered. But as with any passion, the desire to push boundaries and explore new horizons never truly fades. I dreamt of crossing county lines, venturing from Cuyahoga County into Geauga County. Yet, the fear of the unknown held me back. What if I got stuck without a lifeline? It was a moment that highlighted the vulnerability and excitement inherent in every cycling expedition.
When I moved to New York in 2007, it was during these years that I first crossed paths with the name Chai Lifeline. In 2011, on one of my rare days off, my manager mentioned that a group of Orthodox Jews had rented the space - Camp Simcha. I had heard whispers about Camp Simcha but didn't realize they were part of Chai Lifeline, and truth be told, I was somewhat unfamiliar with the organization at that time. Curiosity piqued, I visited Victorian Gardens. To my astonishment, the Camp Simcha staff was right at the heart of Victorian Gardens, dancing joyfully with the kids.
Akiva Freund
September 8, 2023
Elul 5783, 2023
Without a second thought, I dove into the dance, merging seamlessly with the Camp Simcha staff. I wanted to impress my managers and supervisors at Victorian Gardens, and I left them with an unexpected chuckle. Little did I know, this spontaneous dance would mark my very first interaction with Chai Lifeline and Camp Simcha.
As Hurricane Sandy approached in 2012, I found myself at a crossroads - to stay or to go. My home in Far Rockaway, nestled just a block away from Seagirt Blvd along the Atlantic Ocean, felt like the safest place in the world to me. Hurricane Irene the previous year had left us unscathed, so why should Sandy be any different? My sister, however, had a different perspective. She was adamant that I should seek refuge with her, away from the impending storm.
I resisted her pleas, brushing off her concerns as excessive worry. But, as they say, hindsight is 20/20. I didn't agree to leave until it was almost too late. The city had already started shutting down all modes of transportation, and the hurricane was looming on the horizon. Gathering only the essentials - some clothing, my tefillin, laptop, and my trusty bike - I embarked on a journey from Far Rockaway to Brooklyn, with the first raindrops of Sandy's approach falling around me.
The distance was daunting, nearly 20 miles stretched out before me. It was a journey unlike any I had undertaken before, a grueling test of both my physical endurance and my determination. But I was driven by a relentless spirit, a force that pushed me to pedal through the uncertainty and the downpour, inching closer to my sister's home in Brooklyn.
It was a new record, not just in terms of miles traveled on a bike, but in terms of what I discovered about myself. In the face of a storm that would forever alter the landscape of the region, I found a resilience within me that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to emerge. This moment became a pivotal chapter in my life, a testament to the power of determination and the bond between a person and their bike.
When I made the move to Washington Heights in 2013, my daily routine took on a new dimension. I'd hop on my trusty bike and embark on a 6-mile journey each way to my job at Wollman Rink in Central Park. It was a place of many seasons - in the summer, I worked as a ride operator for the amusement park known as "Victorian Gardens," and when winter arrived, the rink transformed into a skating paradise, where I became a skate guard.
As I ventured into college life at Borough of Manhattan Community College in 2015, the daily 10-mile bike ride became an integral part of my routine. I'd pedal through the bustling streets of New York City, morning and night. I marveled at the Hudson River's serene beauty, experienced the city outside the confines of the subway, and effectively turned the entire metropolis into my personal gym.
Then came 2020, the year when COVID-19 cast its shadow over the world. Public health was paramount, and my concerns extended beyond my own well-being. While I believed that, as a young person, I might only experience mild symptoms if infected, it wasn't just about me. I couldn't bear the thought of being an unwitting carrier, potentially spreading the virus to those more vulnerable. So, I took precautions.
I masked up, even when feeling perfectly fine, and stayed far away from public spaces. I declined to use public transportation, fearing that crowded buses or subways could facilitate transmission. When Rosh Hashanah approached, and I had no clear destination in mind, my brother, who lived all the way in Edison, New Jersey, extended an invitation. He assured me that taking the train, as long as I wore a mask, would be safe. However, I took my precautions to the next level.
I grabbed my bike and embarked on a remarkable journey, pedaling from Brooklyn all the way to Edison, a distance of 35 miles. To get to Edison, I had to board the Staten Island Ferry. Even on the ferry, I kept my mask securely in place, standing at the bow of the ship to ensure that the only air I breathed was the fresh breeze from the New York Bay.
As Hurricane Sandy approached in 2012, I found myself at a crossroads - to stay or to go. My home in Far Rockaway, nestled just a block away from Seagirt Blvd along the Atlantic Ocean, felt like the safest place in the world to me. Hurricane Irene the previous year had left us unscathed, so why should Sandy be any different? My sister, however, had a different perspective. She was adamant that I should seek refuge with her, away from the impending storm.
I resisted her pleas, brushing off her concerns as excessive worry. But, as they say, hindsight is 20/20. I didn't agree to leave until it was almost too late. The city had already started shutting down all modes of transportation, and the hurricane was looming on the horizon. Gathering only the essentials - some clothing, my tefillin, laptop, and my trusty bike - I embarked on a journey from Far Rockaway to Brooklyn, with the first raindrops of Sandy's approach falling around me.
The distance was daunting, nearly 20 miles stretched out before me. It was a journey unlike any I had undertaken before, a grueling test of both my physical endurance and my determination. But I was driven by a relentless spirit, a force that pushed me to pedal through the uncertainty and the downpour, inching closer to my sister's home in Brooklyn.
It was a new record, not just in terms of miles traveled on a bike, but in terms of what I discovered about myself. In the face of a storm that would forever alter the landscape of the region, I found a resilience within me that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to emerge. This moment became a pivotal chapter in my life, a testament to the power of determination and the bond between a person and their bike.
When I made the move to Washington Heights in 2013, my daily routine took on a new dimension. I'd hop on my trusty bike and embark on a 6-mile journey each way to my job at Wollman Rink in Central Park. It was a place of many seasons - in the summer, I worked as a ride operator for the amusement park known as "Victorian Gardens," and when winter arrived, the rink transformed into a skating paradise, where I became a skate guard.
As I ventured into college life at Borough of Manhattan Community College in 2015, the daily 10-mile bike ride became an integral part of my routine. I'd pedal through the bustling streets of New York City, morning and night. I marveled at the Hudson River's serene beauty, experienced the city outside the confines of the subway, and effectively turned the entire metropolis into my personal gym.
Then came 2020, the year when COVID-19 cast its shadow over the world. Public health was paramount, and my concerns extended beyond my own well-being. While I believed that, as a young person, I might only experience mild symptoms if infected, it wasn't just about me. I couldn't bear the thought of being an unwitting carrier, potentially spreading the virus to those more vulnerable. So, I took precautions.
I masked up, even when feeling perfectly fine, and stayed far away from public spaces. I declined to use public transportation, fearing that crowded buses or subways could facilitate transmission. When Rosh Hashanah approached, and I had no clear destination in mind, my brother, who lived all the way in Edison, New Jersey, extended an invitation. He assured me that taking the train, as long as I wore a mask, would be safe. However, I took my precautions to the next level.
I grabbed my bike and embarked on a remarkable journey, pedaling from Brooklyn all the way to Edison, a distance of 35 miles. To get to Edison, I had to board the Staten Island Ferry. Even on the ferry, I kept my mask securely in place, standing at the bow of the ship to ensure that the only air I breathed was the fresh breeze from the New York Bay.
Upon my arrival in Edison, my friends and family were genuinely impressed by my long-distance cycling adventures. They encouraged me, prodding me to register for Bike4Chai. I made a few attempts to visit the website, but the registration fee loomed as a roadblock, causing me to hesitate.
With the decision to join Bike4Chai in 2023, a new chapter in my life was about to begin. This journey would encompass so much more than the miles I would pedal. It was a reflection of the many paths I've traveled, both on two wheels and through the experiences that shaped me. From the innocence of those early days on my driveway trike, to the moments of newfound freedom on my first bicycle without training wheels, each memory was woven into the tapestry of my life.
In so many ways, this endeavor was an extension of who I've always been. A person who finds solace and joy in the rhythm of pedaling through the world, a lifelong enthusiast who could never resist the temptation to explore. Much of my childhood was marked by a fervent need to document the world around me. I kept a notebook close at hand, eager to capture thoughts and ideas as they occurred. A camera often hung around my neck, ready to seize moments in time. I even ventured into the digital realm, penning blogs online to share my experiences and thoughts.
Little did I know that these early habits, these inclinations to document, would lead me here. To this moment of opening the pages of my journey through Bike4Chai and the incredible people and stories I would encounter along the way. The words that follow are not just a record of my experiences, but a testament to the power of community, resilience, and hope. Through the blur of tires spinning on asphalt, through the stories that unfold on this path, and through every pedal forward, I invite you to join me on this ride, both on the bike and through the pages of this journal.
Together, let's discover what lies beyond the horizon, celebrate the triumphs, and navigate the challenges that come our way. This journey is about more than just the destination; it's about the memories we create, the lives we touch, and the hope we bring to those who need it most. Welcome to my world, where the wheels keep turning, and the stories keep unfolding.
Now, as I embark on this remarkable journey, let's turn the page and begin the adventure together.
With the decision to join Bike4Chai in 2023, a new chapter in my life was about to begin. This journey would encompass so much more than the miles I would pedal. It was a reflection of the many paths I've traveled, both on two wheels and through the experiences that shaped me. From the innocence of those early days on my driveway trike, to the moments of newfound freedom on my first bicycle without training wheels, each memory was woven into the tapestry of my life.
In so many ways, this endeavor was an extension of who I've always been. A person who finds solace and joy in the rhythm of pedaling through the world, a lifelong enthusiast who could never resist the temptation to explore. Much of my childhood was marked by a fervent need to document the world around me. I kept a notebook close at hand, eager to capture thoughts and ideas as they occurred. A camera often hung around my neck, ready to seize moments in time. I even ventured into the digital realm, penning blogs online to share my experiences and thoughts.
Little did I know that these early habits, these inclinations to document, would lead me here. To this moment of opening the pages of my journey through Bike4Chai and the incredible people and stories I would encounter along the way. The words that follow are not just a record of my experiences, but a testament to the power of community, resilience, and hope. Through the blur of tires spinning on asphalt, through the stories that unfold on this path, and through every pedal forward, I invite you to join me on this ride, both on the bike and through the pages of this journal.
Together, let's discover what lies beyond the horizon, celebrate the triumphs, and navigate the challenges that come our way. This journey is about more than just the destination; it's about the memories we create, the lives we touch, and the hope we bring to those who need it most. Welcome to my world, where the wheels keep turning, and the stories keep unfolding.
Now, as I embark on this remarkable journey, let's turn the page and begin the adventure together.
Akiva Freund
September 8, 2023
Elul 5783, 2023
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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.
MAR
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March 3, 2024
Sunday
Sunday
Prologue:
During my training for Bike4Chai in 2023, I was captivated by the Armstrong Tower's towering presence but never captured a photo of it. Today, I aimed to rectify that.
Today:
The weather promised a beautiful day, reminiscent of May in early March. My plans included spreading the word about Bike4Chai at the Fifth Avenue Synagogue, visiting old friends in Central Park, and possibly biking back home.
My morning started with a slight setback as I missed my train by a hair's breadth, leaving me with a 12-minute wait for the next one. The F train's deviation to the E line due to track work meant an alteration in my usual route, but it was a minor inconvenience. However, a closed exit gate at Madison Ave further delayed my journey, forcing me to backtrack and exit from 5th Ave.
Upon arriving at the Fifth Avenue Synagogue for Shacharis, I found myself slightly disoriented due to recent renovations. Nevertheless, I made it in time for Borchu and met a fellow congregant who shared their past Bike4Chai experiences before COVID disrupted the tradition.
During breakfast, a guest speaker delved into the health benefits of laughter, sparking a conversation with a woman seated nearby whose son happens to be a comedian. Our discussion led to my Bike4Chai jersey, and I took the opportunity to explain the cause and Chai Lifeline's mission, leaving her inspired.
After breakfast, I leisurely biked north through Central Park before transitioning to the Hudson River Greenway, mindful of the increased foot traffic due to the unseasonably warm weather. A stop at the Little Red Lighthouse beneath the George Washington Bridge allowed me to snap a photo, marking a moment of accomplishment as I conquered the steep ascent to Washington Heights with ease.
As I reached the summit, standing before the George Washington Bridge, I reflected on the journey thus far, knowing that the next phase of my training awaited.
After crossing the George Washington Bridge, I stopped at Acme Supermarkets to pick up some hydration supplies before continuing down the US-9W. A fellow cyclist recognized the "chai" on my jersey and greeted me with a heartfelt "Am Yisroel Chai!"
Several miles later, I reached the Armstrong Tower, where I took a moment to rest, snap some photos, and rehydrate before retracing my path back to Fort Lee.
At a red light near Fort Lee, I encountered a fellow Jew surprised to see me carrying my tefillin. Though he wasn't participating in Bike4Chai, we exchanged a brief conversation before continuing on our respective journeys.
Deciding to make the most of the beautiful Sunday, I veered off my usual route and discovered Flat Rock Brook Nature Center nearby. After navigating through an unexpected HOA, I embarked on a hiking adventure, navigating muddy trails and encountering the park's new features, including a deer fence and bridges.
As I rested on a park bench by the creek, I encountered another hiker who recognized me from my earlier encounter on the US-9W, a remarkable coincidence considering our chance meeting in two different settings.
After completing my hike, I returned to my bike and tackled the hills back to Fort Lee, making a final stop at ACME for refreshments before crossing the George Washington Bridge. Along the Hudson River Greenway, I witnessed a cruise ship departing from the port, adding a touch of maritime charm to my journey.
Making a quick shopping detour to Lot Less at Chambers Street, I then crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and navigated through Brooklyn until reaching Prospect Park. Near the park, I encountered a scene of impatient drivers disregarding an elderly woman crossing the street, prompting me to escort her safely to the crosswalk.
Ending the day with Mincha and Maariv at Lintath Hatzedek shul near Prospect Park, I finally arrived home after a fulfilling journey totaling 53 miles.
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February 25, 2024
Sunday
Sunday
Today's ride left me feeling sun-kissed and accomplished, but also a tad sunburnt! I had meticulously planned this excursion since Thursday, and as I reflect on the day's events, I can't help but draw parallels to a similar journey from a year ago.
Cast your mind back to a Thursday in April of 2023, where a simple act of forgetfulness sparked an idea. A coworker, hailing from the Five Towns and working remotely, left behind her USB receiver for her mouse after a visit to our office's IT department. Rather than opting for the conventional shipping route, I saw an opportunity to combine practicality with training for my Bike4Chai 2023 ride. Thus, I embarked on a Sunday journey to personally deliver the device, saving on shipping costs, expediting the delivery process, and gaining valuable training miles in the process—a triple win.
Fast forward to the present, and history repeated itself in a different guise. Another coworker, also based in the Five Towns, found themselves in need of a computer cable. Without hesitation, I volunteered to deliver it personally, once again reaping the benefits of practicality, efficiency, and training experience—a quadruple win.
Today's weather, though sunny for a winter day, bore a chillier undertone compared to last Sunday. However, the absence of snow on the ground provided me with the freedom to choose my route without the worry of inclement weather dampening my ride.
Armed with provisions, spare GoPro batteries, and the coveted computer cables, I set off around 11 a.m., navigating through the familiar streets of Brooklyn. The journey led me down Avenue J, onto Flatlands Ave, and past Paerdegat Ave N, where memories of Canarsie Park's construction lingered from last year's training rides.
As I merged onto the Jamaica Bay Greenway bike path along the Belt Parkway, a sense of tranquility washed over me, reminiscent of the hiking trails at Cleveland Metroparks. The path guided me through Howard Beach, past the Rockwood Park Jewish Center, and onto Rockaway Blvd, where a selfie with a passing AirTrain added a touch of spontaneity to the ride.
Navigating through the bustling streets of Rockaway Turnpike proved to be a challenge, with traffic posing a constant threat. Yet, with determination as my compass, I pressed on, guided by the reassuring presence of Google Maps.
As the day progressed, moments of fatigue and uncertainty crept in, but with each obstacle overcome, I found renewed strength and purpose. From chance encounters with familiar faces to the awe-inspiring sight of airplanes descending over Rockaway Turnpike, every experience served as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.
As I crossed into Nassau County and approached my coworker's doorstep, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. Task completed, I continued on my journey, stopping briefly at Kol Save Supermarket and Bingo Wholesale to scout bargains for my siblings back home.
A visit to my old yeshiva brought back cherished memories, while a spontaneous detour to Far Rockaway offered a chance to reconnect with the past. As the day drew to a close and fatigue set in, I found solace in the familiar routines of community prayer and camaraderie.
And so, dear readers, as I conclude this chapter of my training journey, I do so with a heart full of gratitude for the experiences shared, the challenges overcome, and the unwavering support of friends and colleagues. Until next time, ride on.
Warm regards,
Akiva Freund
P.S. Join me on this journey by visiting my Bike4Chai fundraising page at bike4chai.com/akiva and making a donation. Together, we can make a difference in the lives of these incredible children.
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February 18, 2024
Sunday
Greetings, dear readers,
Today, amidst the remnants of yesterday's snowfall, I found myself grappling with the decision of how to spend my Sunday. The allure of a lazy day beckoned, but the sun, oh the sun, it shone so brilliantly, casting its golden rays upon the landscape and infusing the day with a touch of warmth that whispered of spring.
Surveying my surroundings, my gaze fell upon my humble abode, where nestled among my belongings lay a copy of my Bike4Chai 2023 memoir, patiently waiting to be gifted to a friend who had lent unwavering support to my cause last year. Yet, there was another item on my agenda, one that had been tugging at the corners of my mind for some time—a visit to the new Bingo Wholesale store in Inwood, nestled within the five towns.
With a full day ahead of me and the clock ticking steadily onward, I deliberated on how best to seize the day. Around 11 am, a decision was made—a training ride from Brooklyn to the five towns and back, a journey not without its risks, given the lingering snow from yesterday's storm. As the minutes ticked by, preparations were made—drinks packed, memoir books stowed, and my Bike4Chai jersey donned with pride.
And then, inspiration struck. A vision materialized before me—a bold proclamation of support, a beacon for all to see. With determination coursing through my veins, I fashioned a makeshift banner from a Bike4Chai poster, fashioning it into a wearable display emblazoned with the words: "OUR BIKES HAVE THEIR BACKS. B4C 2024." It was a bold move, one that elicited both excitement and apprehension, but deep down, I knew it was the right thing to do.
With the poster secured to my back and the weight of purpose upon my shoulders, I set forth into the world, the hum of my bicycle beneath me serving as a steady rhythm against which to measure my progress. As the hours slipped by and the miles unfurled before me, my thoughts turned to the greater purpose that propelled me forward—the children of Camp Simcha, whose resilience and courage serve as a beacon of hope in the face of adversity.
As I pedaled my way through the streets of Brooklyn, a sense of relief washed over me as I observed that most of the snow had been cleared, paving the way for a smoother journey ahead. Yet, as February unfurled before me, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that I hadn't logged enough miles in preparation for the challenges that lay ahead. If I wanted to conquer the daunting task of biking 100 miles without succumbing to fatigue or muscle cramps, I knew I needed to kick my training into high gear.
Despite the lingering doubts that gnawed at the edges of my resolve, there was a glimmer of hope—a beacon of light amidst the uncertainty. With $1,184 already raised for my Bike4Chai campaign, I found solace in the progress made thus far. However, the allure of reaching the fundraising minimum by March 31, thereby unlocking rewards from the Bike4Chai office, beckoned me forth with renewed determination.
Setting my sights on familiar territory, I charted a course southbound on Bedford Ave, retracing the path of last year's Brooklyn training ride—a journey etched in the pages of my 2023 memoir and immortalized in the annals of my blog. Choosing this route was no mere coincidence; rather, it was a strategic decision born out of familiarity and safety. With a dedicated bike lane guiding my way, I felt emboldened to press onward, confident in the knowledge that drivers would recognize the Chai Lifeline insignia emblazoned upon my jersey.
Yet, as I neared the end of Bedford Ave and veered onto Emmons Ave, a sudden obstacle loomed before me—a roadblock in the form of the unyielding snow-covered Jamaica Bay Greenway. Caught between the desire to forge ahead and the practical limitations imposed by Mother Nature, I found myself at a crossroads, uncertain of which path to tread.
With a sense of determination fueling my every pedal, I made the bold decision to press forward onto the snowy path of the Jamaica Bay Greenway. As I navigated the treacherous terrain, I couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of human activity—footprints etched into the snow by intrepid hikers and remnants of tire tracks left behind by adventurous souls on scooters. It was a small comfort amidst the vast expanse of white, a reassuring reminder that I was not alone in my journey.
Despite the occasional patches of uncleared snow that dotted the path, I forged ahead with cautious optimism, allowing myself to relax ever so slightly as I adapted to the rhythm of the road. With each passing mile, I grew more attuned to the ebb and flow of the landscape, slowing my pace when necessary and savoring the fleeting moments of clarity that emerged in the wake of each obstacle overcome.
As the greenway stretched out before me, I knew that I couldn't remain on this path indefinitely. The allure of the open road beckoned, drawing me back to the familiar embrace of car-driven streets. With Flatbush Ave looming on the horizon, I resolved to make my exit, bidding farewell to the snowy solitude of the greenway and embracing the hustle and bustle of city life once more.
Crossing the Gil Hodges Memorial Bridge, I braced myself against the onslaught of a fierce crosswind, my determination unwavering in the face of adversity. With each gust threatening to knock me off course, I dug deep, summoning reserves of strength I never knew I possessed.
Descending from the bridge, I found myself back on familiar ground, navigating the streets of the Rockaways with confidence and purpose. Though the landscape had changed in my absence, with towering condominiums and bustling shopping centers now dominating the skyline, the spirit of the neighborhood remained unchanged—a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity.
As I paused to capture a moment in time, snapping a selfie in front of the Agudah of Bayswater—a symbol of my roots in this vibrant community—I couldn't help but marvel at the journey that had brought me here. From the winding streets of Brooklyn to the sun-drenched shores of the Rockaways, each mile traversed was a testament to the indomitable human spirit—a spirit fueled by hope, perseverance, and the unwavering belief that anything is possible.
And though my journey was far from over, with each revolution of the pedals, I felt myself drawing closer to my goal—a goal not measured in miles or minutes, but in moments of triumph, camaraderie, and the boundless joy that comes from knowing that every pedal stroke brings me one step closer to making a difference in the lives of others.
As I replaced the battery in my GoPro, preparing to capture the next chapter of my journey on film, I couldn't help but smile. For in that moment, I realized that the true measure of a journey lies not in the miles traveled, but in the moments cherished along the way.
Continuing my journey down Central Ave, I pedaled with purpose, each revolution of the wheels bringing me closer to my destination. As I approached Prospect Ave, a familiar crossroads beckoned, and I made the decision to turn onto Peninsula Blvd, retracing my steps back to Rockaway Turnpike. Guided by the rhythm of the road, I found myself on Burnside Ave, drawn by the allure of the new Bingo Wholesale store—a bustling hive of activity teeming with eager shoppers.
Navigating the crowded aisles, I marveled at the sheer size of the store, its shelves overflowing with an eclectic array of goods. With phone in hand, I called my father, eager to share my discoveries as I wandered through the aisles, pointing out unique finds and marveling at the variety on offer. After exploring every nook and cranny, I made my way to my brother-in-law's eyeglass store, Benjamin Optical, exchanging warm greetings and catching up on the latest news.
With my mission accomplished, it was time to deliver my Bike4Chai memoir to my friend—a token of appreciation for his unwavering support. Though he was unavailable, I entrusted the book to his wife, knowing it would find its way into his hands in due time. Glancing at the clock, I realized that time was of the essence, and with a sense of purpose, I embarked on the journey back to Brooklyn.
Pedaling along Burnside Ave, the miles melted away beneath my wheels, each rotation bringing me closer to home. Yet, as I reached Beach 44th, a familiar twinge of discomfort rippled through my thigh—a reminder of the toll that distance can exact on the body. Sensing the onset of fatigue, I made the difficult decision to cut my ride short, unwilling to risk injury or exhaustion.
Making my way to the nearest subway station, I bid farewell to the streets of the Five Towns, the rhythmic hum of the train lulling me into a state of relaxation. Switching lines at Hoyt-Schermerhorn, I boarded the G train bound for Church Ave, where my trusty bike awaited me for the final leg of the journey.
Arriving home, I shed my biking gear in favor of a crisp white shirt and a stylish longcoat, the attire befitting the occasion—a celebration of community and tradition in the heart of Crown Heights. Dancing with the Torah at the hachnosas sefer Torah, I reveled in the joyous spirit of the occasion, each step a testament to the enduring strength of our shared heritage.
As the festivities drew to a close, I mounted my bike once more, the weariness of the day weighing heavy on my limbs. With each pedal stroke, I felt the accumulated miles of the day fall away, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. With forty miles behind me, I returned home, grateful for the opportunity to share my journey with others and hopeful that my adventures would inspire others to support the vital work of Bike4Chai.
Until next time, may the road ahead be filled with endless possibilities and boundless joy.
Warm regards,
Akiva Freund
https://bike4chai.com/akiva
JAN
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This video discusses Chai Lifeline and their visit to Victorian Gardens in June 2011, a place where I was employed at that time.
JAN
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January 14, 2023
Sunday
🚴♂️ **Biking Ambitions Amidst Darkening Skies 🌧️: First 2024 Training Ride** 🚴♂️
It was Sunday morning, January 14, 2024, and the excitement of the upcoming Bike4Chai event was already coursing through my veins. With the memories of the kickoff party still fresh in my mind, I embarked on my first official training ride for Bike4Chai 2024.
The possibilities of where to ride danced through my mind as I set out, my yellow Bike4Chai ribbon proudly displayed on my bike—an emblem of solidarity with Israel. The thought of cruising through Prospect Park, turning heads with my ribbon, and then pedaling my way to Manhattan, perhaps even trying to fundraise in Central Park, all played out in my mind like scenes from a script.
However, before diving into any of these plans, I got wind of the annual Lev L'achim breakfast at Agudas Bais Binyomin. Rising early at 6:45 am, I made my way to Crown Shul on 18th and 56th street for shacharis. Later, around 9:30 am, I headed to the Agudah for the breakfast.
En route to the shul, I crossed Ocean Parkway and couldn't help but notice the trees adorned with yellow ribbons. Though I wanted to capture a photo, I decided to delay it until after the breakfast.
The Lev L'achim breakfast was a soul-stirring experience. Eminent Rabbeim spoke passionately about the invaluable work of Lev L'achim, providing Torah to those seeking more in their lives. I soaked in the stories, enjoyed Shloimie Dachs's singing performance, and made my contribution to the cause. Having collected for Lev L'achim during my teenage years at Telshe Yeshiva, the organization held a special place in my heart.
Post-breakfast, I pedaled from Avenue M to Ocean Parkway, ensuring my yellow ribbon fluttered in the wind as I cycled down the bike path, passing rows of trees adorned with similar ribbons.
Back home, fueled by the inspiration of the morning, I decided to undertake my Bike4Chai training. Gearing up with my GoPro, Bike4Chai jersey, and a fully pumped front tire, I braved the 40°F weather, donning my windbreaker for warmth.
With the dual intentions of reaching Luna Park (to visit an old manager from my previous summer job at Victorian Gardens amusement park) or the Central Park Carousel (to reconnect with a supervisor/friend from the same park), I made a brief stop at my current workplace, AJ Madison, to collect some copies of my Bike4Chai 2023 memoir books.
Despite a detour to a hardware store that was closed, my destination became clear—Prospect Park awaited, a canvas for my first significant training ride of the season.
Stopping at Yossi's Sweet House on 14th Ave for a quick powerade bottle, I felt the early signs of thirst as I embarked on my Bike4Chai training. A detour to Pinter's seforim shop offered a glance at their collection.
Waiting at a red light on 14th Avenue, I checked the weather app. The sky, once promising, now hinted at a 70% chance of precipitation between 1 pm and 4 pm. Opting not to risk biking to the city, I settled on circling around Prospect Park.
As I pedaled down 14th Avenue, took a left onto Dahill Road, and then a right onto Fort Hamilton Pkwy, the wind began to pick up. Following Fort Hamilton Parkway's bike path to Prospect Park, I joined the mix of joggers, cyclists, dog walkers, and pedestrians enjoying the day.
In the bustling park, I kept an eye out for fellow Bike4Chai riders or even someone sporting a yellow ribbon. Despite the diverse crowd, none surfaced. Undeterred, I pressed on, donning my Bike4Chai jersey, a silent ambassador for the cause.
Approaching the north end of Prospect Park near Grand Army Plaza, I noticed the sky darkening. Realizing the impending weather shift, I abandoned the idea of biking to the city and decided on a single circuit around the park.
As I navigated the park drive, a hill caught my attention—an ascent to explore another day. Concluding my single circuit, I exited the park, the wind gaining strength. Ensuring I reached home before the weather turned, I acknowledged the impossibility of any further biking that day.
Strava recorded my ride at 9.27 miles, excluding my trip to the Agudah. Adding that in, my Google Location History tallied up 13 miles—not a monumental figure, but a promising start to my Bike4Chai training.
JAN
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11
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.
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.
Here's an email I sent out yesterday:
Subject: Join Me for Another Journey of Heart and Hope in 2024 🚴♂️💙
Dear [Donor's Name],
I trust this message finds you well and in good spirits. As we step into the promising days of 2024, I am thrilled to share a special announcement with you – the kickoff of Bike4Chai's 15th-anniversary celebration! 🎉
I look back with immense gratitude for your incredible support in 2023. Your generosity and encouragement were the driving force behind my journey, making it possible for me to participate and complete Bike4Chai. The memories we created, the challenges we faced, and the triumphs we celebrated were all a testament to the power of unity and compassion.
Now, as the wheels turn towards a new year and a new chapter, I've taken the plunge once again to embark on the remarkable adventure of Bike4Chai 2024. 🚴♂️✨
Without your unwavering support last year, none of this would have been possible. Your belief in the cause and in me propelled me forward through every mile, every challenge, and every heartwarming moment.
I am reaching out to you once more, asking if you would consider supporting me on this inspiring journey by visiting my fundraising page at [**bike4chai.com/akiva**](https://bike4chai.com/akiva) and clicking on the donate button. My goal for 2024 is $5000, and with your support, I am confident we can make a significant impact early on in the year.
If you are open to it, there is also an option for monthly or recurring donations. Feel free to reach out to the Bike4Chai office at 732-719-1771, and they can assist in setting up a payment plan. Kindly ensure that your donation reflects on my page.
As a token of my appreciation, I've compiled a memoir documenting the entire journey, filled with moments of joy, challenges conquered, and the spirit of Bike4Chai. Details on how to request this book can be found on my campaign page. You'll only need to cover the cost of printing and shipping.
I want to express my deepest thanks for considering this request. Your support is not just a contribution; it's a lifeline for those whose lives are touched by the incredible work of Chai Lifeline.
As we commence this new chapter, I am hopeful that you might also share this message with your contacts and help spread the word. Together, we can make a difference that resonates far beyond the miles we pedal.
Thank you for being a beacon of hope, compassion, and strength.
Wishing you a year filled with joy, success, and countless moments of inspiration.
With heartfelt gratitude,
Akiva Freund
JAN
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Count how many times I make an appearance in the video!
JAN
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Interested in making a recurring donation?
That would be amazing!!
Please call their office and arrange the recurring donations and have it reflect on my page!
732-719-1771
🚴♂️ **Bike4Chai 2024: A Fresh Start! 🚴♂️
Hey everyone! 🌟 Exciting news - Bike4Chai's 15th anniversary is around the corner, and I'm geared up to be part of the celebration! 🎉 I've signed up again, and I invite you to join me in making a difference.
🚀How You Can Help:
- Donate! 🌈 Every contribution counts.
- Volunteer! 🤝 Let's make this event unforgettable.
- Spread the Word! 📢 Share the love and raise awareness.
📜 Blank Slate, New Beginnings:
The Chai Lifeline team has archived the entire 2023 blog, contacts, and dashboards. This is a fresh start! I'm debating whether to import the entire 2023 blog or link to the archives here: Bike4Chai 2023 Archive.
🔗 Stay Connected:
Visit the 2023 archive to witness the progress and wish me luck as I rebuild and aim for an even more amazing journey in 2024! Keep this link handy and stay tuned for updates.
Let's make it an incredible ride together! 🚴♂️✨ #Bike4Chai #FreshStart2024 #CelebrateWithPurpose 🌟🚲
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Michael Gross
Go Akiva Go!!! We are proud to have AJ Madison well represented at the Bike 4 Chai event!!!
$400.00
2.Ronny Freund
I am so proud of you and your commitment to Chai lifeline. May you always have the strength, determination and success to see this and all your projects come to fruition. With much love and admiration. Go Akiva!
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3.Marc Moreno
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4.Sorah & Shloime Acoca
Akiva, Keep doing what you love. May you succeed in reaching your goal and bringing happiness to the kids of Camp Simcha.
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5.Anonymous
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6.Rochel Freund
You are always such a huge inspiration to me and so many others around you. Go Akiva!
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