for those who don't ride

[lobolance]

yeah a wee bit heavy handed, but also rather true...


JUST A 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.

Comments

[tenacious-snail.livejournal.com]

I've had some interesting insights since I started dating a biker (who commutes on his most days). Yes, he's got long hair...and tattoos, and apparently he can be invisible on his bike, though scary and intimidating when just walking down the street in his kevlar-lined jeans.

[lobolance.livejournal.com]

yep. being on a bike (I am a rider) means constantly being vigilant of the clueless/out to kill me. My safety is not really in my hands.

... and then yeah the intimidation factor on the street (though that's less annoying for me personally, probably because I have short hair with my beard).

thanks Lance...

[evilmommytina.livejournal.com]

I reposted this... it is vitally important - especially now.

Hugs, Tina

[karisu-sama.livejournal.com]

I saw an oblivious idiot in a car almost kill a biker on 880 one evening. :/

[nightqueen13.livejournal.com]

Touching!