My fines were refunded. My home is mine again. And the neighborhood learned that you should never underestimate the power of a united community—especially one that rides together.

How My Homeowners Association Tried to Drive Me Out Over a Harley—and Lost
driveway. And if anyone says it’s an “eyesore,” I invite them to join me for a ride. Because nothing destroys prejudice faster than the wind in your face and the open road ahead.






