"Little Girl Saluted a Group Of Bikers Everyday — One Morning, They Stopped for Her"

Two-Wheel Tales

"Little Girl Saluted a Group Of Bikers Everyday — One Morning, They Stopped for Her" She was seven years old. Every single morning, she stood at the end of her driveway and raised her hand in a perfect military salute. Not to soldiers. Not to a flag. To a group of hardened bikers riding through her