Gnash 
The Roaring Hog wasn’t known for silence. It was the kind of place where the air vibrated with the twin pulse of classic rock and engine idle, a blend of diesel, stale beer, and old leather that felt like a permanent fixture. On a humid Tuesday afternoon, the bar was dimly lit and occupied by … Read more
The terrifying biker jumped into the lake to save my cat and I found out why he was crying. I was screaming on the shore, watching my orange tabby Muffin struggle in the water thirty feet from the bank. She’d chased a bird too close to the edge and fallen in. I can’t swim. I … Read more
The biker started pumping gas into the crying girl’s car and she begged him to stop before her boyfriend came back. I was filling up my Harley at the station when I heard her panicked voice. “Please, sir, please don’t. He’ll think I asked you for help. He’ll get so angry.” She was maybe nineteen … Read more
Bikers kidnapped my 16-year-old daughter right in front of me and I couldn’t call the police. Seven bikers pulled up to our house at midnight on a Tuesday, walked past me standing in the doorway, went straight to Amber’s room, and carried her out while she screamed for help. My neighbors’ lights were coming on, … Read more
The mute six-year-old girl ran straight into the giant biker’s arms at Walmart, frantically signing something while tears poured down her face. I watched this massive, tattooed man in a Demons MC vest suddenly start signing back to her fluently, his hands moving with surprising grace as other shoppers backed away in fear. The little … Read more