200 Bikers Rebuilt a Widow’s Destroyed Home in 72 Hours and Left Without a Word

paychecks to get back on their feet.”

“And they were all bikers?”

“Not all. But a lot. Word gets around. When a brother gets out and needs work, people talk. Your dad’s name came up a lot. ‘Go see Frank. Frank’ll give you a shot.’”

I sat there trying to process this. My father. The quiet man who came home smelling like sawdust and never talked about his continue reading …