He Rode to the Prison Every Month—But He Wasn’t Visiting an Inmate On the first Saturday of every month, at exactly 9:00 a.m., the same biker rolled through the gates of Stone Ridge Correctional Facility. Leather vest. Helmet tucked under one arm. Calm, steady eyes. The guards recognized him immediately. They always did. “Who you here to see today?” one of them asked—more out of routine than curiosity. The biker gave the same answer he’d given for years. “No one.” That was when the guards starte