The bikers started arriving at my house just after midnight, and I was ready to call the police on every single one of them. I hated bikers. Always had. Loud. Obnoxious. Breaking noise ordinances at all hours. Our quiet suburban neighborhood didn’t need their kind around. So when I heard the rumble of motorcycles pulling up to my curb at 12 AM, I grabbed my phone and looked out the window ready to dial 911. Fifteen of them. Then twenty. Then thirty. All parking in front of my house. Leather vests. Beards. Tattooed arms. Everything I despised about their culture.... Continues…
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