Biker Ripped Car Door Off With His Bare Hands to Pull Trapped Girl From Flames

at her face now, fifteen years later, framed in smoke and blood and a deployed airbag, and my whole body just stopped working.

My brother Duke slammed into my back.

“MOVE, JOE!” he yelled. “IT’S GONNA BLOW!”

He grabbed my good shoulder and yanked me forward. The two of us reached into the car and I cut the seatbelt with the knife I keep on my belt. Duke continue reading …