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For all who Know Motorcycle Riders


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.


MAY IS MOTORCYCLE AWARENESS MONTH. PLEASE PASS THIS ON FOR YOUR FRIENDS WHO
RIDE OR WHO MAY HAVE DIED WHILE RIDING

vtecguy

thats some deep ****... ive only been riding for about a month so thankfully ive never had a real ******** cut me off yet but i have gotten plenty of looks and stereotypes. we all know stunting is dangerous and it could possibly kill us but god bless all the people who lost there lives because someone wasnt paying attention or doesnt like bikers. so everybody ride safe

750 stunna

+1

hermans

wow man thats pretty touching ill pass it on.

ahenry

wow, i felt so much emotion. that was really deep, and true.