The Biker

For all who know Motorcycle Riders

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 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.


Wow…that is brutal…and honest. :frowning:

gawwd i know winters set in but honestly… wheres the rope?!


Heavy :ermm:


Well, I had to try something fun, I was nearly blubbing into me coffee.

Lighten up folks. We’re still here and making life hell for close-minded cage riders!

I’ve got a version of this above my desk with THINK BIKE underneath it. Comments have included that it’s quite morbid!

you funny ******… the ropes probabaly in your dungeon;)

its aload of **** if you ask me it gets posted about every three months

ive never given my jacket to a homeless person even when i bought a new one

Hmmm, cheerier posts would be much nicer to brighten up this sh*ty Friday afternoon.

My Pazzo levers have come in, luuuuurvly black and gold little jewels of anodised perfection, carefully crafted creamy beauty :stuck_out_tongue: How’s that, cheery enough for you if a bit self indulgent perhaps ;):smiley:

Nope, that’s good enough thanks. Anyone else got some good news they would like to share?

Llamas are bigger than fish?

Today is my payday, good news indeed.

Hope this helps.

Shut up you bastard, I can’t afford them yet! :crying: :wink:

More good news? I’m going to Spain Monday for a week of mountain biking…well, it’s good news for me and fo you lot as I won’t be posting the usual rubbish here!

In 18 days my daughter will be 1,000 days old.
That puts a smile on MY face anyway. :smiley:

Me too!

Oh come on! most pepes on this site that does not adhere too.

I dont meen who’s a biker and who’s not etc just that most pepes on here dress all smart and the women with kid dont pull em closer.

For the rest of us, yes it has happened, funny **** when ya see old people cross street and then cross back when your passed.

End of day we are all 1 and who cares.

How about this to cheer you up?

Lots of skill in all the madness.