I Taught My Son to Ride and Three Weeks Later I Had to Bury His Helmet

mother ten years ago.

This was a different Shovelhead.

My son had bought a broken-down frame from a man in Oklahoma when he was seventeen years old. He had been rebuilding it in a friend’s shop across town for two years. Without me knowing. Every paycheck. Every birthday gift I had given him in cash since he was a kid. Every dollar he’d saved from mowing continue reading …