The biker who lived at the end of our cul-de-sac watched my nine-year-old daughter ride a cardboard-and-beer-can pretend Harley back and forth along the street for three Saturdays straight — and then, on the fourth Saturday, he knocked on my front door at six-eighteen p.m. with something sitting in the bed of his truck that … Continue reading My 9-Year-Old Daughter Built A Fake Cardboard “Harley” On Her Bicycle Because We Couldn’t Afford A Real One – Two Weeks Later A Biker Knocked On Our Door With Something That Made Her Stand Still For Ten Seconds