When a Motorcycle Nearly Cost Me My Church Home

Yet with the arrival of a new, younger pastor, everything shifted. I was told—politely but firmly—that my motorcycle conflicted with a “family-friendly” atmosphere. What hurt most wasn’t stepping aside from leadership, but overhearing comments that suggested I was someone to be cautious around, as if the bike I rode erased the man I had been for decades.

I tried to handle it quietly. I attended early services, slipped in and out without drawing attention, and avoided conversations that might stir division. Even my fellow riders noticed the change, asking why I stopped wearing my “Bikers for Christ” patch or talking about church.

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