Biker Stopped To Help Girl With A Flat Tire But Caught Something In Car’s Trunk Which Terrified Him

“How long have you been driving?” I asked Madison.

“Since 2 AM. Thirteen hours.” No wonder she was shaking. This kid had been driving for thirteen hours straight with three terrified children in her trunk.

I looked at the blown tire. At this stolen car. At these four traumatized kids. And I made a decision that probably broke about fifteen laws.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” I said. “That tire is destroyed. Even if I had a spare, which you don’t, this car isn’t going anywhere. So we’re going to leave it here.”

Madison’s face fell. “But—”

“I’m going to make some phone calls. I’ve got brothers in my motorcycle club who can help. We’re going to get you to your grandma’s house in Tennessee safely. But we’re going to do this right.”Continue reading…