Bad Ass Teddy Bears
When I first started working at a power plant I noticed more motorcycles in the parking lot than cars. And these were not your grandpa’s bikes. They were mostly bad ass Harleys.
The guys riding them worked at the plant, and sported long hair, tattoos, leathers, and do-rags.
I admit to telling myself to never judge a book, but I also admit to doing just that.
At first, I was intimidated, but then I started getting to know my ‘brothers’ and found something astonishing.
They were not scary, they were sweet and smart.