She Whispered “Take Me With You”… and I Still Think About It
It started like any other ordinary Tuesday. I was at pump six, filling up my bike under a hot afternoon…
It started like any other ordinary Tuesday. I was at pump six, filling up my bike under a hot afternoon…
A young girl showed up at our Saturday morning ride carrying a backpack full of flyers. She walked straight up…
For three years, a biker came to my seven-year-old son’s grave every single Sunday. He never left a note.Never told…
The biker sat on the curb in the pouring rain, his head hanging low, shoulders trembling. He was massive—well over…
It was 6:47 on a Tuesday morning when I saw him. I was walking my dog through Riverside Memorial, taking…
The night before the bank was scheduled to take my house, it burned to the ground. By sunrise, nothing remained…
Last Tuesday at exactly 2:43 a.m., a massive biker collapsed into my arms at a Shell gas station. He was…
A biker pulled up to a gas station, took a puppy straight out of a little girl’s arms, and sped…
It started with laughter. The kind of laughter that isn’t joyful… just sharp and cruel. I was sitting in the…
I watched it unfold from my office window. Forty-seven bikers—men and women in worn leather vests—laid out sleeping bags on…