The Biker Who Revved at Me Turned Off His Engine—Then Did Something That Ruined My Stereotypes
I was running late to pick up my son, Mateo, from school when traffic stopped at a crosswalk. A long line of motorcycles blocked the road—loud engines, black jackets, and serious faces. For a moment, I sighed, assuming it was some kind of group ride or event slowing everyone down. Then I saw her. A…