After 50 Proud Years on the Road, I Was Laughed At by Young Bikers When I Fell — But What They Did Next Forced Me Into an Unexpected and Painful Retirement

“Tommy? It’s Ghost. I need a favor.”

Tommy Banks had been my road brother in the 70s before he left the life to become a trauma surgeon. We’d saved each other’s lives more times than either of us could count.

“Ghost? Jesus Christ, I thought you were dead!”

“Not yet. But the club thinks I should be.”

I explained what had happened. The humiliation. The dismissal of five decades of loyalty. When I finished, there was silence on the line.