I saw you but you didn't see me

Rubber314Chicken

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For all who Know Motorcycle Riders, or are one.

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 drove by.
But, you didn't see me, driving 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 where 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.

Send this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community.


If you don't repost this, It sucks to be you. I hope you never lose someone that rides.
 
if you dress with tattoo's and big beard and stuff it gives the impression of a scary person....

Haha... yeah.... but still, it doesn't mean you should automatically clench your wallet and get paranoid as soon as you see one...
 
It does give off the wrong impression to most people, but I dont take first impressions based on looks anymore, I try to avoid doing so as much as I can.

On the streets, its those crazy riders you need to watch out for... I saw a guy pop a wheelie out of a stop light on a 6 lane highway a couple months ago. He rode it down the road too, its cool, but not something to be doing in the middle of Chicago.
 
Haha... yeah.... but still, it doesn't mean you should automatically clench your wallet and get paranoid as soon as you see one...

That's true, unfortunately Hollywood tends to reinforce the stereotype though.

A fair amount of my family is bikers. I've heard their horror stories of close calls. It's defiantly made me pay closer attention while i drive.

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Listening to: Disturbed - Run [Bonus Track]
 
One of my co-worker's calf looks like a nightmare because he had a massive amount of meat taken out of it, but they grafted muscle so they wouldn't have to amputate. He was driving on a 2 lane road and came too close to a semi going in the opposite direction...
 
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