For all who Know Motorcycle Riders

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocer y 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 se e 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 ru n 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 were born and have their
name written over and in my tattoo 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 t o 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 around in hopes that people will understand the biker
community .

If you don't repost this, It stink s to b e you. I hope you never
loose someone that rides. Have a great week my friends.

Hey that was the coolest thread I have ever Read . It's so true

(Caged and hating it)

Ride on

that the koolest thing i have read in along time ... and
i have seen this happen from both sides of the road... I my be one in a
millfrom this little okie world I do keep all Motorcycle riders in my
veiw they have allways been my best friends... Thank you for sharing and
and yes be proud...

Dont want a pickel i just wanna ride my motor cickel,NO i dont want to
diiiiiie i just wanna ride my motor cyyyyyycle.

Thank you for posting this!
We have "freedom riders" that go around the country to attend every
soldiers funeral. It is rather impressive to see the mile long line of
bikes.

wow that was great!

Awesome!

very well done...

Great job. I have met some awesome bikers. They do get an undeserved bad
reputation.

that was such a true and heartfelt story,I know many great bikers who do
toys for tots, help the homeless,fund raisers for ill children we could
go on and on but some will just not get it.God bless and keep writing

AMEN.......

that was great!pulled on the heart string's i have alot of
friend's who are biker's and two have been killed in accidents keep up
the good work