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

came into view.

Not two.

Not ten.

Dozens.

Chrome flashing in the midday light. Windshields glinting. Helmets, denim, leather, boots.

Men and women.

Gray-bearded riders and younger ones.

A woman with white hair tucked under a navy bandana.

A huge man with glasses and a careful posture.

A rider with one arm in a sling, riding pillion behind someone else, laughing continue reading …