BIker email
#1
BIker email
Go this from a lady i work with, thought id share it
> >From Motorcycle Riders
> > > >
> > > >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
> >From Motorcycle Riders
> > > >
> > > >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
#3
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they should make every person who apply's for drivers license memorize this before giveing them the right to operate a car!!! AND they should have to repeat it in FUK_N ENGLISH. NO ENGLISH=NO LICENSE!!!
#4
RE: BIker email
#5
RE: BIker email
Wonder if anyone that drives even care about us. Almost had someone switch into my lane... as I was riding home to get the spare keys for my Sporty so I could trade it up for my Fat Boy! Another coupla feet and that azzhole would have had my foot caving his door in!