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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
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