This says it all! The Biker
 

This is one of the most stirring but sad things I have ever read. I could not help but post this!

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.

Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community .

dude. i dont really know what to say to that.

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Sad and true.

It's been going around for a while. So true. Most cagers just don't understand us.

i usually get a strange reaction sadly, when i help cruiser guys out.. like they weren't expecting a crotchrocket riding punk to do anything about there 800 lb bike dead in an intersection or something.. we're all in it together tho.. i dunno.. def tru tho..

see it all the time, too. alot of bikers i know don't fit that "stereotype" (which i F'ing HATE stereotypes), and that unbeknowngst to cagers and the general populus.. kinda also makes me wonder if their viewpoint of my people would change if they knew the ppl helping them secure a loan, or the cop that shows up to their house, or the plant manager or whoever were bikers..

no. ive seen it. my american history teacher, balding, 32, mildmannered, never swire. then on the first nice day of summer he comes to school on a wideglide O_o ppl just assume that theres a few different ones, like the teachers or plant managers that only do it for the economy and $, not for the feeling or passion. and the rest are all still just asswipes.

I have read that before.. very true

ahhh very sad story