In the town of Cedar Falls, everybody knew the rule: you were either with the Blackhawk Riders,...
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They called him Stoneface Ray, and not one person in three counties had ever seen him smile....
The Desert Hawks Motorcycle Club had ridden the same charity run every September for eleven years: two...
Tommy Callahan was eleven years old, and every school day ended the same way: with his stomach...
The old Harley had been dying behind Ellen Mercer’s barn for twelve years, and everybody in Cedar...
The dust hung golden over the Pine Hollow Fairgrounds that Saturday morning, and the air itself seemed...
Nora Whitfield had flipped pancakes at the Golden Skillet for forty-one years, and she could tell you...
For three straight summers, the Rusty Spurs Motorcycle Club rolled through the town of Cedar Falls on...
Ray “Preacher” Dolan got his road name because he could quote scripture and curse in the same...
The summer of 1861 was a dry one in the Nevada Territory, and the land between Carson...