The Biker

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery

store line. But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the

collection plate last Sunday. I saw you, pull your child closer

when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me,

playing Santa at the local mall. I saw you, change your mind

about going into the restaurant. But, you didn't see me, attending

a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief. I saw

you, roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by. But,

you didn't see me, riding behind you when you flicked your

cigarette butt out the car window. I saw you, frown at me when I

smiled at your children. But, you didn't see me, when I took time

off from work to run toys to the homeless. I saw you, stare at my

long hair. But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches

off for Locks of Love. I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather

jackets and gloves. But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate

our old ones to those that had none. I saw you, look in fright at

my tattoos. But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born

and have their name written over and in my heart. I saw you,

change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But, you didn't

see me, going home to be with my family. I saw you, complain

about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But, you didn't see me,

when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane. I saw

you, yelling at your kids in the car. But, you didn't see me, pat

my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me. I saw you,

reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But, you

didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the

next turn. I saw you, race down the road in the rain. But, you

didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car

to go on his date. I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a

few minutes of time. But, you didn't see me, trying to turn

right. I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane

I was in. But, you didn't see me, leave the road. I saw you,

waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But, you didn't see

me. I wasn't there. I saw you, go home to your family. But, you

didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off. I was

just a biker. A person with friends and a family. But, you didn't

see me. Re-post this around in hopes that people will understand

the biker community. If you don't re-post this, It sucks to be

you. I hope you never loose someone that rides. EVEN IF YOU

DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A

FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE'RE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY - LIVE TO RIDE

. . . . RIDE TO LIVE





Hope you like this little story! Remember to watch out for those motorcycle riders