A Biker Threw Me to the Diner Floor — Then the Camera Showed Why

Synopsis

I need to tell you what I thought about bikers before that day. I grew up in a house where loud engines meant trouble had arrived. My father drank cheap beer, fixed cars badly, and blamed everyone else for the sound of his life falling apart. When motorcycles came down our street, my mother locked the front door. She called them “road wolves.” So when I saw…