The Disabled Biker

From looking at the wheelchair you never thought that I used to ride motorcycles! I used to be a part of a club called the shepherds, it was founded father who lost his daughter to an awful crime. The girl was carjacked along with her boyfriend and raped multiple times. Every Thursday night the club would go bike night. I had a leather vest and got a couple of tattoos. I remembered the first time I rode in a side — cart, we took a scenic route

through Oak Ridge to Smokey Mountain’s Harley Davidson. The club was headed in the wrong direction. so, I left the club. I really don’t regret my time in the club I have an opportunity to meet some great people, but I don’t miss the drama from the club.