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.
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Hehe.. would I hire her.. probably not, unless I ran a freak show. Would I talk and maybe be friends with her? That remains to be seen.
I like bikes and bikers.
But bikers aren't squeaky clean on the road. They just usually come out on the bad end of any accident.
Just as there are boneheaded auto drivers, there are boneheaded bikers doing unlawful, unwise and stupid things as well. Speeding, driving up between lanes of slowed or stalled traffic and so on.
And these are the older, wiser bikers on their Harleys. I'm not even going to mention the young jackass organ donors on their rice burners doing wheelies in the high speed lane at 80 mph.
The article voices a nice sentiment, but bikers are human too.
I understand what you're saying, but those of us who go out of our way to look odd (and I include myself in that catagory) can't complain when normal people treat us oddly.
LOL!
I saw you...make several illegal lane changes, driving between cars during rush hour and on the safety lane, because you could.
Organ donors should STFU.
Believe me, I am witnessing it now. At last count, 4 dead, 1 in critical condition and the rally has just begun. I ride almost daily but for the next week I'm in my 1989 F150.
But.. you hit what I was trying to get at with the article...
"The article voices a nice sentiment, but bikers are human too."
I love bikers, they are actually really tough looking, but teddy bears at heart, imo.
The only complaint I have, is those that disobey traffic laws and carelessly ride in between stopped cars to get ahead of the line.
Other than that, ride on!!!
Gulp. Okay, okay...I swear I'm not judging her.
Okay, so I am. Really, though, I don't judge bikers by their appearance...I know too many of them, and I know a lot of it is for style and show, to present an image. And hey, it looks good on a Hog. (although, I have to admit, I have never been able to accept the Nazi helmet thing...I do tend to get judgemental about that...)
I try to carry that non-judgemental sentiment over to the young kids who dress up like gang members with a scarf under the basketball team cap on crooked, the long sweatshirt with the hood up around the face and so on, but...I just cannot do it. I understand the biker thing, but I just CANNOT bear to see kids dressing up to look like gangbangers.
This here waitress knows the truth: Bikers are the world's best tippers, bar none.
So true, and most bikers I see DO drive pretty carefully, if for no other reason than simple self-preservation!
Well put.
Bikers I've known always give the same level of respect they receive, unconditionally.
Bikes need more room on the road, just be aware.
YOU THERE NOW?
SEE YOU ON THURSDAY FRiend!!!!!!!!
"Bikes need more room on the road, just be aware."
Well, that's not necessarily the case. Cars need more room. I can go from 60 to 0 in about 112 feet. A C5 Corvette takes 127 feet. If he's riding my a**, guess who loses?
Thanks for the ping JRBC. I will be at rally in Myrtle Beach Thursday with our FRiend Uddercha0s.
Don't worry I wont do anything you wouldn't do.
"Bikes need more room on the road, just be aware."
I stand corrected. I always give bikes alot more room, that was my point.
Furthermore, those who choose to LOOK like a "bad ass" have no room to be offended if people TREAT them accordingly.
I am reminded of certain women who wear revealing clothing and have the audacity to get all uppity if a man dares to look at what they're revealing.
Then there are those of us that obey traffic laws, wear protective gear, and drive like we have sense. I am one of those people, but I have seen many of the situations listed above first hand. I've had more than my fair share of dodging cigarettes that have been tossed out of windows. Just last week I had a big yellow Dodge Ram pickup truck try to push me into my turn. It was on a small two lane highway with not much traffic. Speed limit 55. I was headed home, going between 55 and 60. I get near my turn off and check my mirrors. I see the truck that had been farther behind me earlier right on top of me. I begin to slow, tap my brakes, and hit my turn signal. As I slow to turn in, he GUNS his truck and lays on his horn as he whips across the double solid yellow line into oncoming traffic. When I got home, I was so flustered, the first thing I did was check to make sure my brake and signal lights were working. They of course were. Tailgaters beware... I've got a good mind to carry a pocket full of marbles with me after this incident.
Further on #4. I generally don't mind the Harley-Hoods, GoldWing-Grannies, and Ape-Hangers; for the most part they seem to have their heads up (as opposed to haveing their heads up their arses). The Kawasaki Krotch-rocket Krowd, OTOH, scare the holy Krap out of me. Totally unpredictable. Truck driving is a minor part of my job, but when stuff needs to get from here to there ... I seem to pull that duty more often than not. I did a cross-country run last week.
No flames intended ... just some things that happened on that run are still quite vivid.
Heads up, stay safe, and arrive alive.
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