Bikers Harass Woman at Gas Station, Unaware It’s Caitlin Clark’s Mother!

On a crisp California morning, Caitlin Clark and her mother, Anne, were en route to a charity gala honoring military veterans. The sleek black Range Rover glided through the Los Angeles cityscape, the air filled with anticipation and excitement. As they chatted about the event, a red alert flashed on the SUV’s GPS, indicating heavy traffic ahead.

“Oh no,” Anne said, leaning closer to the dashboard. “It looks like there’s a huge backup on the highway.”

Caitlin frowned slightly. “We could take the scenic route through the mountains. It’s longer, but we might save time compared to sitting in traffic.”

Anne nodded thoughtfully. “That sounds like a good idea. We’ve got a little over an hour until the gala, so we should still be fine if we head that way.”

As they drove, the sprawling urban landscape of Los Angeles gave way to rolling hills and rugged terrain. The conversation flowed naturally, from family updates to Caitlin’s upcoming basketball season, until Caitlin glanced at the fuel gauge. It was low enough to warrant concern.

“Mom, we need to stop for gas soon,” Caitlin said, her tone calm but serious.

“I’m sure we’ll find something,” Anne replied, glancing out the window at the increasingly sparse surroundings.

Not long after, a weathered sign advertising a gas station came into view. Both women sighed in relief as they pulled into the station, but it quickly became clear that this wasn’t the kind of place they were used to. The pumps were old and faded, the paint peeling, and the metal surfaces slightly rusted.

Caitlin parked the SUV at one of the pumps, stepping out to check the fuel options. “They only have mid-grade fuel here,” she said, sounding unimpressed. “The SUV runs best on premium, but I don’t think we have a choice right now.”

Anne agreed, and as Caitlin began fueling the car, she decided to head into the attached convenience store to pay and pick up a few drinks. As she walked toward the store, she noticed two bikers lounging near the entrance, their motorcycles parked haphazardly.

The taller biker, a burly man with a thick beard, let out a low whistle. “Well, well, what do we have here? A fancy little lady out of her element,” he sneered.

The other biker, leaner with a scar running down his cheek, grinned maliciously. “Hey there, rich lady. Why don’t you hand over that pretty wallet of yours?”

Anne felt a chill run down her spine but kept her composure. She straightened her shoulders and walked into the store without acknowledging them. Inside, the cool air was a stark contrast to the heat and tension outside. She tried to focus on selecting drinks, but she could see through the window that the bikers were still watching her, their laughter sending waves of unease through her.

“Stay calm,” she whispered to herself. “Caitlin’s right outside.”

As she approached the cashier, the elderly man behind the counter gave her a sympathetic look. “Don’t you worry, ma’am,” he said in a low voice. “They’re all talk. They won’t do anything.”

Grateful for the reassurance, Anne prepared to leave the store. But as she stepped back into the sunlight, a meaty hand clamped down on her arm, yanking her roughly to the side.

“Not so high and mighty now, are you?” the burly biker growled.

Before she could cry out, a familiar voice cut through the tension. “Let her go!” Caitlin’s commanding tone carried across the forecourt, sharp and unwavering.

The bikers froze momentarily, caught off guard by the interruption. Anne seized the opportunity to wrench her arm free, stumbling back as Caitlin strode toward them with purpose. Her tall, athletic frame exuded confidence and strength.

“Who do you think you are?” the burly man growled, stepping forward to meet Caitlin.

“I said let her go,” Caitlin repeated, her voice steady.

The scarred biker chuckled darkly. “Oh look, Little Miss Basketball thinks she’s some kind of hero. This isn’t the court, sweetheart; you’re in our world now.”

Caitlin didn’t flinch. “Your world? Harassing a woman just trying to buy gas seems pretty pathetic to me.”

The bikers exchanged glances, their smirks faltering under Caitlin’s directness. The scarred biker took a step closer, brushing against the handle of a knife on his belt. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” he said, his voice dripping with menace.

Anne’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the situation escalate. She opened her mouth to tell Caitlin to step back, but she knew her daughter well enough to see there was no stopping her now.

Caitlin’s eyes flicked toward something in the distance—the gas station security camera, its red light blinking steadily. “You see that?” she said, nodding toward the camera. “That camera’s been running this whole time. So here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to leave now, and we’re all going to forget this ever happened, or the police can watch this footage and decide what to do with you.”

The scarred biker’s hand froze on the knife handle, his bravado cracking. The burly biker, however, clenched his fists, clearly still eager for a fight.

“You think we’re scared of the cops?” he snarled, taking another step toward Caitlin.

Caitlin leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a deadly calm. “No, I don’t think you’re scared of the cops, but I think you should be scared of me.”

Just then, the roar of engines broke through the tense silence as three more motorcycles pulled into the gas station. Anne gasped, her heart sinking at the sight of more bikers arriving, but Caitlin’s expression remained calm.

The leader of the new group was a tall, grizzled man with a weathered face and a commanding presence. His jacket bore the same insignia as the two bikers who had been harassing Anne. The burly biker stepped back, relief washing over his face as he greeted the newcomer.

“Derek! Glad you’re here. This lady and her kid are trying to—”

Derek cut him off with a sharp gesture, his piercing gaze sweeping over the scene. “What’s going on here?” he demanded.

The burly biker hesitated, suddenly looking far less confident under Derek’s scrutiny. “Uh, we were just messing around,” he stammered.

“Messing around?” Derek repeated, his tone icy. He turned to Caitlin, his expression softening slightly. “Ma’am, is that true?”

Caitlin met his gaze steadily. “Your men were harassing my mother. They grabbed her, threatened her, and made it clear they weren’t just messing around.”

Derek’s jaw tightened as he turned back to the two bikers. “Is that true?” he demanded.

The burly biker’s shoulders slumped, and the scarred man shifted uncomfortably. “We didn’t mean anything by it,” he muttered. “It was just a joke.”

“A joke?” Derek growled. “You think threatening an elderly woman is a joke? You think dragging this club’s name through the mud is funny?”

The bikers fell silent, their eyes fixed on the ground. Derek took a step forward, his voice rising with anger. “This club stands for respect and loyalty. We protect people; we don’t harass them. You’ve embarrassed every single one of us with this nonsense.”

He turned to Caitlin and Anne, his expression filled with regret. “I’m deeply sorry for their behavior. This is not who we are.”

Caitlin nodded, sensing the sincerity in his words. “I appreciate that.”

Derek wasn’t finished. He turned back to the two bikers, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. “You know what happens now.”

The two men exchanged panicked glances, their bravado shattered. As they slinked away, Caitlin turned to her mother, relief flooding her features.

“Are you okay, Mom?” she asked, wrapping her arms around Anne.

“I am now,” Anne replied, her voice trembling slightly. “Thanks to you.”

As they climbed back into the SUV, Caitlin glanced back at the bikers, who were now being reprimanded by Derek. She felt a surge of pride, knowing that she had stood up for her mother and, in doing so, had shown the true strength of their bond.

“Let’s get to that gala,” Caitlin said, starting the engine. “We’ve got a lot to celebrate.”

With that, they drove off, leaving the chaos behind, ready to embrace the evening ahead.

All About Caitlin Clark’s Parents, Brent and Anne Nizzi-Clark

Caitlin Clark, who made history as the all-time leading scorer in NCAA women’s basketball, is the daughter of Brent and Anne Nizzi-Clark

Photo: Caitlin Clark/Instagram

Meet the parents who raised a shooting star.

Caitlin Clark, the record-breaking women’s basketball player from the University of Iowa, is the daughter of Brent and Anne Nizzi-Clark.

On Feb. 15, Caitlin made history as the all-time leading scorer in NCAA women’s basketball during the game that saw Iowa’s 106-89 victory over Michigan. Her accomplishment, totaling 3,569 points (and counting), surpassed Kelsey Plum’s previous record of 3,527 points.

Caitlin’s remarkable feat immediately drew attention from superstar athletes like seven-time Super Bowl champ Tom Brady and 39 Grand Slam winner Billie Jean King — but above all, she had her mom and dad’s in-person support on the court when she hit that unforgettable 3-point shot.

“She’ll look to the stands every so often and I try to give her some reassurance,” Brent, who’s been to nearly every one of his Caitlin’s basketball games, previously said of showing up for his daughter. “I try to do the best I can.”

Caitlin has established herself as one of the greatest women’s basketball players long before becoming an NCAA all-time leading scorer. In March 2023 alone, she received the prestigious Naismith Trophy and was named The Associated Press National Player of the Year.

“It’s quite amazing,” Anne told Hawkeye Headquarters of her daughter’s honor at the time. “Honestly, it’s just been a fabulous journey thus far and [we’re] super proud of her.”

Her parents were also there to cheer her on in the NCAA championship, though she and her team ended up losing the game marking the final one of her college career.

Read on to learn more about Caitlin Clark’s parents, Anne and Brent Clark.

They share three kids together

Caitlin Clark with her brother, Colin.Caitlin Clark/Instagram

Anne and Brent are the parents of three children: Blake, Caitlin and Colin. The basketball star is their second-born child, who was raised in West Des Moines, Iowa alongside her athletic siblings.

Caitlin’s older brother, Blake, played football for Iowa State University. Colin, Caitlin’s younger brother who also plays basketball, previously shared how they’d play “typical one-on-one games” in their childhood home, which fueled her competitive edge.

“There was a loose ball and she ended up shoving me in the corner of the basement into the wall,” he recalled in a previous interview. “Split my head open. Got four staples.”

They both have athletic backgrounds

Both Caitlin’s parents grew up playing sports.

Brent was a college athlete, playing both basketball and baseball at Simpson College in Iowa. He was a four-year letter winner for both teams from 1985 to 1988. He earned First Team All-Conference honors and Second Team All-Conference honors for basketball, according to the school’s official hall of fame website.

Athletics runs in Anne’s side of the family, too. Her father, Bob Nizzi, was the football coach at Dowling Catholic in Des Moines. Caitlin, who also attended the high school, kept the family’s athletic legacy alive by joining the basketball team.

“We were always involved in sports and at home, we were always around sports,” Blake told The Gazette of his family. “We watched sports at night whether we would go to Drake and watch basketball games, or watch cousins play their basketball games or tournaments, when you’re just around something that much, it’s what you do, too.”

Brent used to coach Caitlin Clark in basketball

Caitlin Clark with her brother and parents.Caitlin Clark/Instagram

Brent used to coach Caitlin in basketball when she was young. Her grandfather, Bob, recalled to HawkFanatic when he knew Caitlin was destined for greatness at an early age.

When Caitlin was five years old, Bob and his wife watched her play in a co-ed game. At one point, she was visibly frustrated with the strength and size of the boys playing tough defense.

“They were playing and there was a particularly large young man and rather aggressive that was about to position and out strength Caitlin and sometimes to the point where he was really taking advantage of the little girl,” Bob told the sports outlet.

So Caitlin’s father, Brent, benched her to compose herself. “Her father sat her down and then he said when you’re ready I’ll put you back in and she stopped crying,” Bob remembered.

Upon re-entering the game, Bob said Caitlin “went right to this guy and put on the best downfield block that I have ever seen and rolled this kid out of bounds and stood over him.” He reemphasizes, “She’s a five-year old little girl.”

“That’s is when her grandmother and I looked at each other and said, ‘She’s going to be really something.’”

Brent says he sees ‘a lot of himself’ in Caitlin Clark

Being a former athlete, Brent says he sees bits of himself in his daughter.

“I see a lot of myself at times in Caitlin in terms of her passion for the game,” Brent said when speaking to KCRG-TV9 in February 2023. “All in all, that’s really what drives her and makes her the player that she is.”

Brent, no doubt a proud dad, notices the influence his daughter has on others — particularly young girls who look up to her as a player. “You go out of town and the crowd is filled with little girls with ‘Caitlin Clark’ signs. I mean, I think that’s pretty cool,” he told the outlet.

Anne says Caitlin Clark has a ‘fun, spunky attitude’

Iowa Hawkeyes guard Caitlin Clark hugs her Mom after the game against the Purdue Boilermakers on January 10, 2024.Brian Spurlock/Icon Sportswire via Getty

While most of the world sees Caitlin’s competitive and fierce personality on the court during basketball games, her mom Anne opened up to The Gazette about what she’s really like when she’s at home.

“She just has that fun, spunky attitude,” Anne told the outlet. “She lets them say it’s OK to laugh. You really see that at home.”

Meanwhile, Brent said there are elements to her character that shine both on and off the court.

“I think she’s just very outgoing and confident as a person,” Blake added. “I think that’s apparent on the court, she plays with a lot of confidence.”

He continued, “There’s not a shot she doesn’t think she can take or make. And she just kind of plays with a swagger, she doesn’t care if she’s missing shots, she trusts that the next one’s going to go in.”

Brent shares advice with Caitlin Clark amid her rise to fame

Caitlin Clark family.Caitlin Clark/Instagram

While Caitlin’s parents are her No. 1 fan, their role as her protective mom and dad comes first. When speaking with KCRG-TV9, Brent shared the advice he tells Caitlin as her stardom continues to rise.

“You gotta stay away, sometimes, from the social media. There’s always going to be somebody who’s gonna want to see you fall,” he said. “Whether you’re the President of the United States or some other high-profile person, there’s about 50% lined up against you, 50% lined up for you.”

“There’s not place she goes or a game she plays where they don’t know who she is, so it’s always a challenge, but I think that’s great,” he continued. “I think that helps elevate her game and I think she’s got a lot of room for improvement on both sides.”