I’ve been riding motorcycles for twenty-two years. In all that time, I’ve never been arrested. Not once. No charges. No…
I’m sixty-two years old. I’ve been riding motorcycles for forty years. I’ve seen wrecks, funerals, broken men, broken families, and…
Cars laid on their horns at my son’s wheelchair for ten straight minutes. Not one person got out to help.…
A biker on a Harley was the only person who stepped in when a police officer slammed a thirteen-year-old boy…
I was the nurse who called security on the biker in my emergency room. And if that woman and her…
I was on my knees in a shopping mall food court, doing CPR on a man whose heart had stopped,…
I raised my hands and told the cops to arrest me instead of the kid in that truck. I’m fifty-four…
My daughter told me there was a biker sitting outside her middle school every afternoon. She said it so casually…
I drove to a biker’s house with a baseball bat in my trunk because I thought he was stalking my…
When my mother was dying in hospice, a biker started showing up every night and sitting in the hallway outside…
