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 tattooed 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.
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
I found this poem posted by Greg Gunn in a biker group on facebook. Couldn't resist but share it. Good onya Greg.
"Rock is dead" - Jim Morrison
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
reeeeeeeepost
^ dunno....dont really care either coz it's something worth sharing.....
"Rock is dead" - Jim Morrison
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Merged
+10
If you can make it on Kiwibiker you can make it anywhere.
Have reposted that into some car forums
brings the "tears to the eyes" feeling, so true the asumptions people make from what you look like
To be old and wise, first you must be young and stupid.
I don't understand how people have long hair and wear a helmet, getting rid of my hair was one of the things on my list of things to do before I could get a bike.
As for 'The Biker'
C*** needs to HTFU.
I say permanently ban the next fucker that posts up that pile of self-absorbed bullshit.
Now, I'm just going to twist your words (not much) and read that as both of us not understanding
I just know my hair would have always been in the way, and a complete and total mess after taking the helmet off. Even taking a sweatshirt off was usually enough to make it explode.
And yeah it's quite crazy how many times this poem has seen a repost.
I'm sorry Drew.
Clearly that sort of pap appeals to your tender side.
You go, you new age guy.
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Whats the bet this is still getting posted on a regular basis in a decade....Though perhaps Katman would have keeled over from the stress of it all by then.
"The fools, they never listened" he whispers as clutching his chest he falls to the ground.
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