“dangerous biker” being arrested. I heard one woman tell her kids to “look at the criminal” while my husband – a Bronze Star recipient who did two tours in Vietnam – baked on the concrete like roadkill. All because his motorcycle exhaust was “too loud” – the same pipes that had passed inspection just two weeks prior.

The young cop, Officer Kowalski, kept his boot near Harold’s head the entire time, occasionally nudging him when he tried to shift position to relieve the agony in his knees. “Stay down, old man,” he said loud enough for the gathering crowd to hear. “These old bikers think they own the roads. Time someone taught you different.”

When they finally let him stand, Harold’s face was burned from the asphalt, his hands shaking as he tried to maintain his dignity. That’s when Kowalski leaned in close, away from the dash cams, and