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JUST A 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 when you saw my bike
parked out front.
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 where born or
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 she 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.
Repost this in hopes that people will understand
the biker community.
If you don't repost this, it
sucks to be you. I hope you never lose 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 ARE
NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY!!!
