50 Bikers Blocked a Funeral After Protesters Screamed at a Dead Soldier’s Mother

I did.

Fifty bikers. Two straight lines through the cemetery gates. Most had gray beards. Most had American flags on the back of their bikes.

They didn’t honk. Didn’t shout. They rode right between us and the protesters and parked their bikes end to end.

A living wall of leather and chrome.

One protester climbed up on a van so he could still scream over them. An older biker walked to the fence alone. His patch said DOC.