Stranded In A Montana Blizzard, I Found Help Where I Least Expected

The chrome of their bikes glinted dully under the layer of ice. These weren’t rescuers in neon vests. These were men in leather, their faces obscured by goggles and heavy wraps.

The lead rider dismounted. He was a mountain of a man, his boots sinking deep into the powder. He stepped toward the driver’s side window, his massive hand wiping away a patch continue reading …