Biker Story

Part 2: A Foster Boy Asked Santa to Be a Biker — The Club Answered Differently

My name is Mara Collins, and I worked nights at St. Agnes Foster Home, a brick building outside Lancaster, Pennsylvania,…

Part 2: The Biker Gave Kids Helmets — Until One Birthday Revealed Why

My name is Claire Bennett, and at the time, I was the assistant principal at Kingman Elementary, a low brick…

Part 2: The Bikers Guarded a Broken Boy — Years Later, He Returned in a Suit

My name is Ethan Cole, and for most of my childhood, I thought bikers were the kind of men mothers…

The Biker’s Greasy Handprints — And the Son Who Never Painted Over Them

I grew up off Admiral Place in Tulsa, not far from old Route 66, in a yellow house with a…

Part 2: The Little Girl at the Red Light — And the Biker She Chose

My name is Elena Torres, and I was the woman in the blue Toyota at that red light. I was…

Part 2: The Biker They Wouldn’t Let In — And the Daughter Who Waited Anyway

My name is Hannah Mercer, and at the time, I taught fourth grade at Prairie Creek Elementary on the east…

Part 2: The Bikers Dressed Like Princesses — And the Block That Had No Candy

My name is Denise Carter, and for twelve years I ran the after-school room at the Lincoln Street Community Center.…

Part 2: The Biker Who Took the Baby — And the Lawyer Who Came Back

I was twenty-two when Cole found me. That sounds strange because I was the baby. But stories like mine are…

Part 2: The Boy Who Asked for 200 Harleys — But Never Wanted to Ride

I was Mason’s night nurse at St. Agnes Children’s Hospital. People think night nurses see less. They’re wrong. We see…

Part 2: The Silent Boy at the Fence — And the Biker Who Heard Him First

I moved to Cedar Falls after my divorce because it was the kind of place where people waved even when…