I'm 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.

a very stark reality we face every time we saddle up.......... please be careful out there.


greg

That was good pianoman
Read it to my riding buddy, (14 yr. old daughter).
We both just shook our heads and I got a kiss on top of
my ole bald head. Thanks brother,
to God be the glory,
xhdskip

Truthful, and moving. Thanks for sharing PM.

But at the same time (I'm not trying to rain on anyone's parade), riders of bikes can be just as rude to cagers. We all have to learn that not all times on the road will be carefree.

Mistakes are made, honest mistakes. I myself do it more often than I'm comfortable with, finding myself not obeying the traffic signs properly & sometimes frightening other drivers who think I'm going to pull out in front of them. Sometimes in a rush to keep a schedule. I make lots of driving mistakes when in the cage.

Most often, I throw my hands up in "surrender" mode to let the other driver know that I am aware of my error & deserve the crude look and maybe even a "nice" word or two.

I do, however, believe I treat bikers with more courtecy than those with 4 wheels. It really should not be that way. Everyone should be treated fairly while driving, even when "they" are the driver in error.

My apologies to all who are on the road the same time I am. I'm not always cautious & alert, and I pray that I don't hurt someone some day.

See ya.

I'll be passing this one along to my riding buddies. We are a baby boomer and up group. We do a lot of simple things for charity and enjoy taking tasks on to benifit others. Not all are major projects, but its give us a reason to meet and talk. The truth behind the quote is a real parity. Nobody is seen in there true form if you are posed on a motorcycle. Thanks PM