From Biker to Guardian: The Story of How an Old Woman Counting Pennies Taught Me Life Lessons.
The cashier laughed at her. Not a nervous laugh, not a polite chuckle—this was sharp, cruel, and unmistakably real.
I stood frozen in line, my hands gripping the handlebars of my metaphorical motorcycle that had carried me across deserts, highways, and lifetimes of experience.
Sixty-seven years on this Earth, forty-three spent riding motorcycles, seeing fights, accidents, heartbreak—I had never felt anger rise…
The cashier laughed at her. Not a nervous laugh, not a polite chuckle—this was sharp, cruel, and unmistakably real.
I stood frozen in line, my hands gripping the handlebars of my metaphorical motorcycle that had carried me across deserts, highways, and lifetimes of experience.
Sixty-seven years on this Earth, forty-three spent riding motorcycles, seeing fights, accidents, heartbreak—I had never felt anger rise…
