Bikers
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 drove by.
But you didn’t see me driving 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 coats and gloves.
But you didn’t see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves
to those that had none.
I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.
But you didn’t see me cry as my children where 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.

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This past week, a gentleman was layed to rest after he was killed by a man who wasn’t looking where he was going. This man pulled out onto the highway right into this retired police officer on his motorcycle. I tell you, its tough driving past that scene, there are signs from the family confessing how much they miss their dad, their grandpa and their uncle Steve. Actually it was a hit and run accident, but the stupid man came back to the scene of the accident and was arrested on the spot.
So this 57 yr old man was killed instantly, and his 80 yr old passenger is still in the hospital.
Keep your eyes open, watch for bikers on the road.
We need them, we love them.
I have four brothers who ride bikes, and I would love to keep them around for a long time.
thanks for stopping by today
Posted on 27th September 2007
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