The Biker Started His Harley At 2 A.M. — Then Took The Battery Out Forever

Synopsis

I was afraid of Earl Whitaker before I ever spoke to him. That sounds unfair, but fear is honest before it is kind. He looked like the kind of man mothers warn children about. Big shoulders. Shaved sides of his head. Long gray hair tied behind his neck. A scar cutting through one eyebrow. Tattoos of skulls, flames, and names I didn’t know. His leather vest…