Bikers Found a Girl Chained in a Basement and the Cops Told Them to Forget It

I’m a biker, sixty-two years old, and three weeks ago I kicked down a basement door and found something I’ll never unsee.

We were tracking a stolen Harley. My buddy Reno’s ride. Some prospect at a charity run had clipped a GPS tracker under his frame months back, after Reno’s bike got lifted from a Waffle House parking lot in rural Tennessee.

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