She Defended a Lonely Biker, and Her Town Never Saw It Coming

rarely promised and almost never staged.

The first Hope Ride happened on a Saturday in October.

By sunrise, Main Street was full.

Not packed in a reckless way.

Organized.

Volunteers in reflective vests directed parking.

The high school band played two songs and one of them, according to half the town, was too loud and according to the other half not nearly continue reading …