I Hated The Tattooed Biker But Then He Fixed My Daughters Wheelchair For Free
For three years, I judged him from across the street. Mike’s Cycle Shop, with its thundering motorcycles, leather-clad regulars, and a hulking, tattoo-covered owner, was the kind of place I warned my children to avoid. “Stay away from that man,” I used to say. “He’s dangerous.” I even called the police once when too many…





