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 outside the store
as I walked in.

  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 in hopes that people will
  understand the biker
community.
 
 
         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