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I was suspended one month before retirement, just because some parent spotted me at a motorcycle rally. Forty-two years I’d driven that yellow bus. Never had an accident. Never been late. Knew every child’s name, which ones needed a little extra encouragement in the morning, which ones needed a quiet word when their parents were … Read more

They buried my bike with me. I know because I watched them do it. From wherever I am now, I could see everything—my mangled body on the rain-slicked asphalt, my crushed Harley Davidson Road King lying twenty feet away, oil and blood mingling in a dark pool. The paramedics didn’t even bother with CPR. One … Read more

They vandalized my bike while I was at my wife’s funeral, and that too in the church parking lot. Just because they don’t want an old man in a leather vest who didn’t “fit” with their country club image. I’d parked my meticulously maintained Harley Electra Glide in the church lot during the service. But … Read more

Not a single family member showed for my Biker Grandpa’s 80th birthday. Not even my father, his own son. I watched from across the street as Grandpa Jack sat alone at that long table, his weathered hands folded over the helmet he still carried everywhere, waiting for two hours while the waitstaff gave him pitying … Read more

My son’s fiancée invited me to a fancy restaurant then deliberately disappeared when the $3,000 bill arrived. She wanted to embarrass me and get me arrested by the police. Just because I ruined her party by coming to meet my son on my bike in front of his friends. Actually, she never liked the fact … Read more

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking the day I put my Harley up for sale to pay off medical bills of my only daughter who was fighting cancer. But I have to make the hard choice. The “For Sale” sign I’d taped to the seat was like a knife in my chest, but Emma’s latest medical … Read more

They laughed at my old Harley and faded leathers when I pulled into the Thunder Road Bar. “Look what rolled in from the nursing home,” one of them said, loud enough for everyone to hear. It wasn’t the first time. Won’t be the last. At 73, I’ve watched the world change around me. These days, … Read more

“Sir, I’m going to need you to step away from the fence. Now.” The security guard’s hand hovered near his radio as I stood outside Fairfield Elementary, clutching a brown paper lunch bag. “Parents have complained,” he added, eyes avoiding mine. I’d fought in war, survived three motorcycle crashes that should’ve killed me, buried more … Read more

I hated my father-in-law’s motorcycle more than anything in the world because it stole my husband from me. The day that old Harley crushed John beneath its weight was the day I swore I’d never forgive Frank for introducing his son to those death machines. We haven’t spoken since the funeral six years ago, where … Read more

I stood frozen in the doorway of my father’s hospital room, staring at the nurse who was casually throwing his prized leather vest into a garbage bag like it was medical waste. Fifty years of my father’s life – his patches, combat medals, the memorial patch for my mother – stuffed between soiled sheets and … Read more