I am a biker

[mojophone]

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 coats and gloves. But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves 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.

 

[GoofieRuthie]

Very touching.

My husband isn't a biker, but he looks like one. So, some of the first few statements really touched me. He looks rough, but he's the kindest, most gentle man you'd ever meet. As for bikers, I try to give them all the curteousy in the world. On and off the road.

 

[barkley]

god bless you-i love this! i have very dear friends, family members and neighbors who are bikers and i fear not their safety based on their skills but i am terrified by those who do not see them or exercise appropriate driving habits when they are near by.

i have a very special memory of going to disneyland one christmas season-as we returned back up to northern california we were fortunate enough to ride behind a goup of harley riders repleat with american flags, santa hats, and large sacks of gifts-many of the bikes decorated beautifuly. the were doing their annual toy run and the looks of joy on their faces made me know they were getting so much more joy out of doing it than any of those deserving children would be.

i see you-and i pray for you and your friends and family each and every time.

 

[pumba]

I hope this will make people not judge from the outside. My x son in law was the most perfect looking person around...not a hair out of place .....clothes were the best ...yet he was verbally abusive and is a non supporting father of MANY now......
my daughter didnt date for four years after HIM and then found herself a peach. He is the sweeetest kindness man around. Tattoos, piercings and all......he supports my daughter and the two kids as if they were his. They have been married now for 8 years.

One year in Disney two guys got on the bus back from AK and sat behind a lady with two small children......the baby was over the ladies shoulder and was smiling and gooing at these two guys. The guys were tattooed and piercings and black leathers (even in Disney) The two guys smiled at this baby and was talking to her and the baby was thrilled......got more gooing and laughing and reached out to one....This made my heart flip......other people on that bus turned their nose up at these two fellows when they got on.....The baby was nonjudgmental........

I have learned to look beyond the exterior

 

[aprilgail2]

My godson went to a cancer camp in NJ and the highlight of his time there was the day the bikers would come and take them for rides around the camp on their bikes. he used to say that they would wait outside the day they were coming and they could hear them in the distance and everyone was so excited that they were coming.

 

[Ariel Wanna-be]

This gave me the chills!

 

[petrymom]

Are you my husband????? (except he is still alive)
Every word you speak is truth!!!!!

 

[MickiMouth]

My husband also rides a Harley, has tattoo's and is the same man who gets teary eyed when talking about our DD's. My DH doesn't really look like a biker atleast I don't think so.
I worry about him on his bike. He is very careful, it's other drivers we worry about.

 

[wdwmom2]

DH and I are bikers. We too are compassionate people that will pay a fee to ride on a road with other bikers to raise money for those less fortunate, who will stop to help anyone who needs it. On a bike ride this past Sunday we had 2 different occasions where people pulled out in front of us. Luckily, nothing happened and we got home safe.

 

[tmt martins]

I had bikes from the Time I was 4 until early 30's . I rased both motorcross both as a youth and as an adult many years later even ran some roadraces.

But becuase of just the point you are trying to make I don't ride anymore .After 5 bad accidents of which none were my fault I just couldn't take the risk anymore.

I'm now debating about getting another bike for just some light riding and every time I see how people don't look OR CARE I stop those thoughts right then and there.


Thanks for the post at least I know it's not just in my head.

 

[4nana]

Love it!!! Thank you for sharing!!!

What's that saying... 'Don't judge a book by it's cover'?!

 

[golfgal]

I was on the board for a Toys for Tots type charity in our old town. Our #1 supporter financially and through toy donations was the local biker club. They had a toy run for us every summer and we collected almost half of the toys we needed and about half of the money we needed through this group. I am going to send this to my friend who is the president of the group and have her put it on our website!

Oh, and in Minnesota at least, the local biker groups have taken it upon themselves to show up at the funerals of fallen servicemen and form a barrier between the mourners and the protesters so the mourners don't have to put up with that crap at the funeral.

 

[Race the Reaper]

Oh, and in Minnesota at least, the local biker groups have taken it upon themselves to show up at the funerals of fallen servicemen and form a barrier between the mourners and the protesters so the mourners don't have to put up with that crap at the funeral.

 

[luvdzne]

Very touching!

For this very reason it makes me so sad that here in IL there is no helmet law. It is very rare that I ever see a motorcyclist wearing a helmet.

 

[SillyMe]

My ex comes from a long line of bikers in his family. His dad has the long hair, beard & mustache. Only wears Harley shirts, jeans, leather jacket or vest, motorcycle boots. He probably scares the bejeebies out of people who don't know him, but he is one of the most generous people I've ever met and he's an awesome grandfather to both of my kids (one of whom is not even biologically his grandchild).

 

[drgnfly30]

Your message gave me chills.... Fourteen years ago on September 18th, my big brother, a biker, died because of these:

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, go home to your family. But, you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.

A tractor trailer cut him off on an overpass outside of San Francisco, the bike stayed, my brother went over the edge falling 100 feet to his death. Despite witnesses describing the truck & driver, the police never bothered to pursue it - because... he was a biker. What they didn't know was that he was the most kind, loving, funny, life-loving person I have ever known & I miss him everyday.

thanks for posting this.

 

[apirateslifeforme]

This made me tear up...

Looks can be so deceiving. I am a "goth" (sort of) and I can't tell you the number of people who look at me in horror and grab their kids and cross the street to avoid me.

And then there's my clean-cut, friendly ex. Who was rather fond of hitting me and throwing things at me and calling me names. People always say "he doesn't seem like the type."

I love bikers. Some of the nicest people I've ever met.

 

[escape]

*sniff* *sniff*

Thanks for sharing.

 

[Aidensmom]

Amazing the stereotypes people have sometimes, isn't it?

 

[AprilShowers]

My Dad is a trucker AND a biker. People from all sides judge him. He's a great guy and is very careful in his travels.

Just another word of warning. In my line of work, I see so much tragedy.

PLEASE wear a helmet. We'll be making a monument for a 21 year old who might be alive today had he been wearing a helmet. His friend who was wearing a helmet only suffered a broken foot. I'm not blaming this man who is dead now, that's disrespectful to his memory and his family. I'd just like to warn others out there. It's a very simple thing, really, put the helmet on. His family said he wore it most of the time. It was only sometimes he didn't wear it. I just feel so bad for them. He had his whole life ahead of him.......