The Line of Leather at the School Doors
Seventy bikers lined the sidewalk in front of my son’s school, and I had no idea who called them. My…
The $5.12 Contract
A little boy handed bikers $5.12 and asked them to guard his house so his mom could sleep. The bikers…
The Day I Called My Father Trash
I told my biker father to his face that he was trash. He’s sixty-one years old. I was fifteen. I’d…
The Grave They Dug Back Up
The bikers dug my father’s grave back up three nights after we buried him, and when the police arrived, every…
The Biker I Called the Cops On
My racist neighbor called the cops on a Black biker and lost everything. The biker pulled into my cul-de-sac on…
The Spit at the Funeral
I Watched My Father Get Spit On at My Sister’s Funeral for Being a Biker. The biker stood at the…
The Biker Who Taught My Son to Tie His Shoes
The scariest-looking biker in town taught my autistic son to tie his shoes. His name was Tank. Three hundred pounds…
The Knife at the Gas Station
A biker held a knife to a man’s throat until he admitted what he did to his daughter. The biker…
The Father, the Biker, and the Dying Boy
I Saw a Cop Handcuff a Biker While His Little Boy Was Dying in His Arms. That biker was me.…
The Ducklings on the Highway
I Saw a Group of Bikers Stop Traffic to Help Ducklings Cross the Road. The bikers had stopped completely in…