By spring, everyone in Maplewood knew about “Professor Noah and the Friday Riders.”
What had started as one terrifying-looking biker helping a lonely autistic boy rebuild wood chip patterns had become something much bigger.
Every Friday afternoon, motorcycles lined the school parking lot.
And every Friday, children ran toward them instead of away.
The bikers never acted tough.
They never …
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