Never missed a single child support payment even when I was eating ramen three meals a day.

But none of that matters because I wear a leather vest and ride a Harley.

The day my daughter got married, she told me not to come. Not because I did anything wrong. Because she was ashamed. Her future in-laws were “sophisticated people” and she didn’t want them to know her dad was a biker.

I stayed home that day. Sat in my garage and stared at my bike. The same bike I’d worked three jobs to buy so I could afford her college tuition. She doesn’t know that. She thinks I’m just some deadbeat who cares more about riding than his family.

I sold my truck to pay for her senior year. Rode my bike through two winters because it was the only