I Begged the Judge to Jail My Biker Son Because He Don’t Stop Riding That Shit

I’m an old biker and last month I begged a judge to throw my own son in a jail cell.

I rode for forty years. I taught him how to ride when he turned sixteen. I gave him my old Shovelhead the day he graduated high school.

I never thought I’d be the one trying to take it away from him.