The Biker

-- -- -- -- THE BIKER -- -- -- --

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


EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW
EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE'RE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY - LIVE TO RIDE... RIDE TO LIVE