Biker Grabbed My Child Off the Sidewalk and Sped Away on His Harley

pushing a Harley. We must have looked like the strangest parade in town.

Halfway back, my son tugged on my collar.

“Daddy, the helmet man saved me from the loud car.”

I looked at the biker. The biker didn’t look at me.

“Yes, buddy. He did.”

“He’s nice, Daddy.”

“Yes, buddy. He is.”

The biker cleared his throat. Kept walking.

When we got to the bakery, I understood continue reading …