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

I laid her down on the gravel shoulder and my other brothers were there now, six of them, forming a circle with their bikes. Tiny, our road captain, was already on the phone with 911. Cash was ripping off his flannel to press against her forehead where the blood was coming.

I was on my knees in the dirt next to her. I couldn’t make my mouth work.

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