My name is Robert, and I’ve been riding with the Iron Brotherhood for a long time. Parking lots and store aisles have seen plenty of stories over the years, but one afternoon during our annual Christmas toy run has stayed with me in a way I still feel. That day about forty of us rode in together, engines rumbling and spirits high. We had spent weeks raising money for kids who might otherwise have a quiet, empty holiday. The plan was simple—fill carts, buy toys, and make the season brighter for families who needed a little help. But before we...
Continues…