100s of Bikers Showed Up At Our Door After I Posted My Son Couldn’t Go To Prom Because Of His Wheelchair

But telling him to enter his senior prom through a kitchen door? That was humiliation I couldn’t accept.

So I vented on social media. I posted about the historic hotel’s inaccessibility and Jake’s right to a special night. I expected nothing. Instead, my post went viral overnight—1,000 shares later, it reached the one group I’d warned Jake to avoid for years: the local biker club.

Three days before prom, our doorbell rang. Outside, a hundred leather-clad bikers lined our street. Leading them was a giant man with a gray beard, tattoos up his arms, and a leather vest—Crusher, president of the Iron

Inside, Crusher explained their mission: his late brother had spent years in a wheelchair and been treated like an inconvenience. Seeing Jake’s struggle hit close to home. They’d already contacted the hotel, arranged a temporary ramp, and wanted to escort Jake in style—motorcycles, honor guard, and a custom sidecar for his wheelchair.

When Jake woke, he was floored. A biker escort to prom? A leather vest with the Iron Horsemen logo? A VIP entrance with red carpet and full respect? The look on his face was joy and pride combined—something I hadn’t seen in years. Continue reading…

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