Are you a biker?

ARE YOU A BIKER鈥︹€︹€︹€︹€?.


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.


Repost this around in hopes that people will better understand the biker community.Are you a biker?
I love that and I am a biker at heart.Are you a biker?
Cool.
couldnt have said it better myself
that should make people think!





starred!!
My boyfriend's a biker and this is exactly why I worry about him so much!





It's just so easy to get hurt on a bike because of your own carelessness or someone elses.





I hope and pray nothing like this ever happens to him, my rock. Life wouldn't be worth living without him.





People need to be more aware of bikes at all times. Then less tragedies of this kind would happen and innocent people would not be hurt.
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Hi Jake, this touched me very, very deeply. I used to be a biker, I am a triker now through no fault of my own - need I say more?


And you are right, the most caring, respectful, honest and tolerant people I have ever met are my biker sisters and brothers.


Ride free and be safe


P.S. If the world crashed around my ears tomorrow and I lost everything I ever held dear, my biker mates would not desert me but stick with me through thick and thin, hell and high water.... and I'd do the same for every last one of them.
I have tears in my eyes bravo bravo :)


**** star for you ****
cool


this for you


Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.


The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,


';Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.';


The little girl said, ';No, Dad. You hold my hand.';


';What's the difference?'; Asked the puzzled father.


';There's a big difference,'; replied the little girl.





';If I hold your hand and something happens to me,


chances are that I may let your hand go.


But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,


you will never let my hand go.';


In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...


This message is too short......but carries a lot of Feelings.


Please God hold us in each our action, so thah is only bridge between You and us. __._,_.___
I'm sorry to say, but I hate bikes. Scare the bloody hell out of me. Far too fast for what they are and then people wonder why there are accidents. The fastest speed limit in this country (England) is 70 so why do you need a bike that does 170??? Plus, in the City most of them drive like d*ckheads anyway and do what the hell they please - most of them think the rules don't apply to them, mainly couriers on mopeds!! Don't get me wrong, there are just as many d*ckheads driving cars. The problem is people are in too much of a hurry these days





I'm not trying to have a pop at bikers here. There are people on the roads who don't give a damn and are careless - people on bikes and people on cars, even people on foot who aren't driving. Any biker I've met has been nice to me and I've not had a problem with. It's those bloody ar*eholes that I don't meet that speed past me bibbing going through a red light that I can't stand!!
That very thing happened to one of my friends who was a biker. I lived on the streets when i was 10 and i met alot of bikers in the city, they were great, they looked after the street kids and helped them out, i got to know all of them and they were my big brother and they all took me under their wing and loved me like a sister. when i grew up i got my own place and not long after i feel pregnant and didn't;t go to see them much but when i did they all were so very happy to see me. The biker i knew I will name gypsy ( not his real name) he was so sweet and he only got to see my first child and was happy for me to ask him to be her uncle but sadly one day when we were going to meet it was a stormy day and i told him not to worry about coming and we could meet another day, but he said no and that he was coming and that was that,





But he didn't turn up he was just around the corner when a freaking bus decided to run the red light and hit him.





I wish all people would just show some respect to all bikers, they are not bad, they may put a tough look on but really they are just like me and you. They ride their bikes to raise money for charities like the cancer foundation and Christmas appeals. These guys do so much for people and most of the people just treat them like criminals. I see them as ANGELS in disguise.





Rest in peace Gypsy.
I loved that a lot jake,thank you.


Both my hubby and our son are bikers, although my hubby doesn't drive anymore.I've been on a bike as passenger, and met a lot of in patience car drivers,who scared the hell out of me a few times.


Star awarded and thank you once again.
That is so touching and beautiful. I have always loved bikers, they are an amazing bunch!!! God bless.
Indeed - just a biker but he had a heart
Thanks for this one, It really tore at my heart, My best friends son was killed on a bike in florida, So young, So handsome,


So loving, Like one of my own,His mom, not doing too good


I will see she get this poem
That's exellent. Lord love a biker!


-Mel
Thank you. I am a biker. If I have to explain, you wouldn't understand.