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.
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 were 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.
Re-send this around the world in hopes that people will understand the biker community.
If you don't re-send this, all I can say is it sucks to be you. I hope you never lose someone that rides.
PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR ALL THE BIKERS...PAY ATTENTION!!!
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'RE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY - LIVE TO RIDE. . RIDE TO LIVE!!!!!!!!
To say I love motorcycles doesn't quite cut it. I have a passion for it. I have been riding for about 24 years now. I am at my happiest when I am on my Fatboy! It is the only true peace and freedom I know. My hero was Indian Larry - God rest his soul...I would love to own a bike built by him. I have raised 2 successful children in this society of ours!! Pretty much on my own as even when their father was alive, being in the Army, made me pretty much a single mom with all his manuevers down range or out in the field as they liked to call it!!! My daughter who is on the shy side doesn't like to hear me brag about her but I will say that I hardly had to pay for her college years. She had scholarships and although she lost her grandmother 2 weeks before getting her AA, she went on to University and became an RA...again I paid very little as her room and board came with the job. She graduated Magna Cum Laude with her AA(incomplete finished from grandmother's death), BA and MA all at the same time!!! Very impressive...way to go Jess!! She teaches English at our local high school. My son...whom I lovingly call my alphabet kid as he had the ADHD and OCD among other things....graduated high school and even went on to County Tech and graduated with a mechanics degree. Although that is not how he earns his living, he still plays with mechanics on the side and does our family oil changes!!! My daughter (29)also rides... a little over 13 years for her. She is married and just made me a grandmother for the first time. My son (23)is a Camaro freak...Let's leave it at that!! lol My other half - Jim passed away, August 18, 2006. Even though we never made it to the altar, I feel as though I have been widowed twice now. He had been my best friend for a little more than 4 years. I don't think I will ever stop missing him. I loved him with all my heart. He was the love of my life and will be a hard act to follow!!! He was my Ultimate Riding Partner!! In these past 4 years there was never a Jersey without Jim or Jim without Jersey. They called us Jersey Jim (like the commercial for Jersey Jim Towers!!) We were one!! He's the one who took the pic of me with Indian Larry and of me with the Outlaws and of me in so many other things we did in life!!! It may have only been 4 years but we lived a lifetime in those 4 years!!