Knew every child’s name, which ones needed a little extra encouragement in the morning, which ones needed a quiet word when their parents were fighting. For four decades, I was the first smile those kids saw after leaving home and the last goodbye before they returned.
None of that mattered after Mrs. Westfield saw me with my club at the Thunder Road Rally. Took pictures of me in my leather vest, standing beside my Triumph. Next day, she was in Principal Hargrove’s office with a petition signed by eighteen parents demanding the “dangerous biker element” be removed from their children’s bus.
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