Thirty Bikers Shaved Their Heads for a Little Girl With Cancer
Thirty bikers shaved their heads in a stranger’s driveway last Saturday morning, and I was the first one to pick…
Thirty bikers shaved their heads in a stranger’s driveway last Saturday morning, and I was the first one to pick…
My name is Ray. I’m 56 years old, the president of a motorcycle club in eastern Missouri. I had been…
I was on my knees in the middle of a mall food court, doing CPR on a man who had…
I raised my hands and told the cops to take me instead of the kid in that truck. I’m fifty-four…
Seven bikers made my seventeen-year-old son dig his own grave in our backyard at six o’clock on a Saturday morning.…
I was sitting in the third row when it happened. I’ve been to enough school board meetings to know how…
I told everyone my father was dead rather than admit he was a dirty biker who couldn’t string together a…
“Another drug-seeking biker,” I announced to the nurses as the leather-clad man limped into my ER at 2 AM. Sixty-something.…
He never got to hold his son — we will. That’s what 47 bikers promised the widow when we learned…
A little girl walked up to my diner table and asked if I could teach her father how to ride…