Biker Story

Part 2: The Biker Heard A Little Girl Ask Why — And Answered For The Son Who Hated Him

I had lived on Juniper Street for twelve years, and Wade Mercer had been there for three of them. In…

Part 2: The Biker Stopped Outside His Old School — Then A Crying Boy Said Five Words That Broke Him

My name is Rachel Morgan, and I was not supposed to be there that day. I teach eighth-grade English at…

Part 2: The Shelter File Said “Returned 4 Times — Bites.” A Former Police Handler Read It, Watched the Dog for an Hour, and Understood What No One Else Had

Part 2 I should tell you what I mean by a growl being perfect, because it is the whole hinge…

Part 2: They Called the Old Biker a Bad Man — Until the Children Learned His Name

Flagstaff is a town that remembers weather better than people. Snow on the San Francisco Peaks. Red dirt after rain.…

Part 2: The Boy Had No Dad on Father’s Day — Then a Biker Took the Stage

I had heard of Grizzly before I met him. Everybody in Springfield had. He rode with a club called the…

Part 2: The Biker President Brought No Gift — Then Opened His Wallet and Broke Us

I was twenty-four then, six months into prospecting for the Iron Saints, which meant I carried boxes, cleaned ashtrays, fueled…

Part 2: A Biker Smashed a Teen’s Phone — Then Everyone Saw What He Was Filming

My name is Ray Ortega, and I owned Ortega’s Route 66 Diner before my knees convinced me to sell it.…

Part 2: A Biker Pounded on My Car Window — Then I Realized Why He Wouldn’t Let Me Drive

My name is Harold Whitcomb, and before that day, I didn’t much care for bikers. That is not a proud…

Part 2: A Biker Burst Into an Old Woman’s Room — Then We Saw Why He Came Back

My name is Dana Mitchell, and I worked second shift at Willow Creek for nine years. People think nursing homes…

Part 2: A Biker Showed a Child His Skull Tattoos — Then She Finally Held Out Her Arm

My name is Karen Wells, and for eleven years I ran the volunteer desk at Presbyterian Children’s Center off Central…