Heh, heh, heh!
Posted on 05/16/2006 9:26:35 AM PDT by Uddercha0s
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.
Author Unknown
Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.
I'm not a biker but I like it
Heh, heh, heh!
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I sold my bike after nearly an idiot woman in a Suburban (or Escalade or something) drinking coffee, smoking a cig, and talking on her cell phone drifted across three lanes and pushed me into a curb.
Never stopped. Never saw me.
Minding my own business, Honda VTX 1800C with loud pipes, not exactly small bike.
Living in the city in Wisconsin from which most Harleys are born, I am hyper-aware of bikers on the road.
One of the best men I've ever known was a tattoo-covered-long-red-haired biker who raised finches. The first time I saw him he scared me to death - I know better now.
A very good customer/friend will be at Bike Week with his Motorcycle Ministry. My co-worker here is also a motorcyclist. So everyone always keep your eyes peeled for bikers and be careful on the road.
This big guy, tattoos, ZZ Top beard, leathers, took one look at my girl, who was a gangly little two month old, and just melted. He had to pick her up, cuddle her close, and spoke baby talk to her while she licked his face.
The guy must have been about eight feet tall and weighed four hundred lbs, but he was reduced to jelly by my dog.
Great little moment, and a nice bunch of guys to boot.
2) No-one in these United States is compelled to ride a motorcycle. Those who choose to do so willfully assume the risks associated with such activity.
3) Operating ANY motor vehicle, with any number of wheels, whilst not paying full attention to one's surroundings is outrageously irresponsible.
4) Memo to motorcyclists: STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY BLIND SPOTS WHEN I'M DRIVING A BIG TRUCK!!!!!! I'm BIG and you're tiny. If you can't see my mirrors, I can't see you! I really don't want your accidental death on my conscience. I do what I can to make sure the lane is clear, but you MUST do your part, too. Thank you.
Yeah, she's sure a tough old world sometimes.
Ya know, I gave up riding in the mid 1970's because of the people who are complained about in this email of yours.
I would have to move to the country where the traffic isn't some dang crowded before I ride again.
I dismounted in '71 for the same reasons. Same state too.
I agree with you probably about 90% AB. Let me explain:
1. If my dressing in full leathers for protection makes me look like a hoodlum, then so be it. It's your perception, my protection. I will not deny that there are those who "dress for the show".
2. We are all compelled to do something. No one is forced to do anything. With that said (and I know what you were saying), you hit the nail on the head.. when you throw your legs over the seat of a bike, you assume the risk. I am responsible for my own safety. See #1
3. I can't agree with you more. Unfortunately, on 4 wheels or 16, I think people have a little more feeling of invulnerability. What might be a simple mistake and fender bender for a person in a car is death to those on 2 wheels.
4. I hear you loud and clear there AB. As a former motorcycle safety instructor for both HD and the state of NC that was one of the big things we stressed. Hehe.. trust me, as big as you guys are, I don't want to be anywhere near you!
This post was not meant to be a flame or start a war or anything else. Bikers need to do their part to see and bee seen and act responsibly. Other vehicles on the road need to be aware of their surroundings as well and pay attention. Someone's lives besides their own may be dependent upon it. And, I guess the last thing was.. don't judge a book by it's cover (as old and cliche as it may sound).
Stay safe out there AB and thank you for the job you do moving America around.
-Udder
Well.. at least you have the right nickname.. But one of your vowels wrong.
I saw you, Placing commas, in strange places. But, you didn't see me, Capitalizing words in the middle of sentences.
SD
One day I'm driving past Tennison Park where the hootch houses line Samuel Blvd. A woman in a Pacer was exiting a beer joint and began to cross to the lane where I was puttin' along. My "horn" went beep beep like the Road Runner but this Wylie Coyote was just too "deef"! Finally, she began to crowd me so I gave here door a "big" kick and dented the darn thing while yellin' "Hey, Lady!" She gave me a startled look and sheepishly pulled back into her lane. I was never so glad to graduate and buy myself an auto!!
Haha.. unedited.. author unknown. Posted exactly as I received it.
Yeah, stop judging me! ;-)
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