A little boy walked straight up to our table of bikers and asked something that made every conversation at Denny’s stop cold.
A little boy walked straight up to our table of bikers and asked something that made every conversation at Denny’s stop cold. “Can you kill my stepdad for me?” The desert wind howled across the parking lot of the Desert Rose Diner like it was trying to warn someone. Fifteen bikes from the Iron Sentinels … Read more