The Chrome-Clad Sentinel of Highway 50 and the Ziplock Heroics of a Nine-Year-Old Savior
The stillness of a long night ride was shattered at a nearly empty Chevron when I spotted a small figure near the pumps. A barefoot six-year-old stood there in a worn Frozen nightgown, clutching a ziplock bag full of quarters. To most, I probably looked like someone to avoid—a big biker in the middle of …
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