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 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 around 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

I Found this on Ridethewhiteline forum, Let me know what you think and if you have passed it on.

Cheers

[Lissa]

You've been beaten to it, at least once.

http://forums.sv650.org/showthread.p...ht=sentimental

I can't stand it personally. Sentimental, cheesy, American clap-trap, But I'm a nasty person, me

[Biker Biggles]

Lissa Im glad you think that.
So Im not the only one

[the_lone_wolf]

i can see the angle they were going for, but it won't affect the people who are most likely to cut you up or deliberately do something stupid...

perhaps "i saw you cut up my mate, i got your plate and we're going to come round later and set your genitals on fire" would have more effect

Originally Posted by Lissa

But I'm a nasty person

ohhhhhhhh

a new sig?

Hey, cooky, have you seen the one about hitlers bike?

Originally Posted by Lissa

I'm a nasty person, me

now thats lies lissa

Originally Posted by Lissa

I can't stand it personally. Sentimental, cheesy, American clap-trap,

+2

I deleted the bit about being a nasty person though cos I'm not

Originally Posted by cooky

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.

Utter utter sentimental, sanctimonious, peurile, awfully written crap. Please don't waste my bandwidth by posting more of the same sort of rubbish.