I Hated The Tattooed Biker But Then He Fixed My Daughter’s Wheelchair For Free
The grease-covered biker everyone warned me about fixed my daughter’s wheelchair for free, then disappeared before I could thank him properly. For three years, I’d watched him from across the street at Mike’s Cycle Shop, telling my kids to stay away from “that dangerous man with all the tattoos.” I’d clutched my purse tighter when…



