This biker fixed my daughter’s wheelchair for free while everyone in town warned me to stay away from him. And then—before I could even thank him—he vanished. For three years, I had watched him from across the street at Mike’s Cycle Shop. My neighbors and I always whispered the same warnings: “Stay away from that dangerous man covered in tattoos.” I’d told my kids to cross the street if they saw him. I’d clutched my purse tighter whenever his motorcycle thundered by. Once, when too many bikers g

The Biker Who Fixed My Daughter’s Wheelchair—Then Vanished I’d always feared Big Mike, the tattooed biker across the street. Neighbors warned us, I crossed the road when his bike roared by, even called the police once. But when my daughter’s wheelchair broke and insurance refused to help, he was the only one who stepped in. He spent all night modifying it with motorcycle parts. By morning, it was ready with a note: “Every kid deserves to chase their dreams. No charge. – Big Mike.” She could move

A biker repaired my daughter’s wheelchair without charging a dime, even though for years I had been warned to stay far away from him. And then, before I could thank him, he vanished. For three years I had watched him from across the street at Mike’s Cycle Shop, quietly telling my kids not to go near “that dangerous man covered in tattoos.” Whenever his motorcycle thundered past, I instinctively clutched my purse tighter. Once, when too many bikers gathered outside his shop, I even went so far as