I still have that cardboard FOR SALE sign. Sarah gave it to me after everything settled down. It hangs in our clubhouse next to a photo of Lily on her purple bike.
Below it, someone wrote: “This is why we ride.”
To find the Lilys of the world. The children willing to give up everything they have to help someone they love. The mothers fighting impossible battles alone. The families who’ve been abandoned by everyone who should have helped.
We find them. And we show up.
Because that’s what bikers do. Real bikers. The ones the world judges by their leather and tattoos without ever knowing their hearts.
Lily knew. She looked at four massive bikers and saw angels.
She was right.
