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I never imagined a routine drive would change the way I see people forever. That morning, I was racing down the highway, stressed and overwhelmed, trying to make it to an important custody hearing. My nerves were already frayed when traffic suddenly slowed to a complete stop. Dozens of motorcycles had pulled across all lanes, blocking the road entirely.
Frustration took over. I assumed the worst and felt certain they were being reckless and inconsiderate. Like many people, I had carried quiet assumptions about bikers for years. I saw the leather jackets and loud engines and believed they brought trouble wherever they went. Standing there on the roadside, watching the delay grow longer, I felt anger rise—until I noticed something I hadn’t expected.
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