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subject: FOR ALL WHO KNOW MOTORCYCLE RIDERS (repost)
date: 2007-03-24 07:33:48
AS I repost this I think of how many times I have seen the very looks described here, not because I'm a biker, but because I'm a bit different. I have tattoo's and red hair, five children roaming everywhere. I have animals that scare most, yet they cuddle me with their scales and fur. We are all different in some way. No one ever stops to think that perhaps I'm not just some young whore gone wrong. lol... only two of my five children are biological. Of the fifteen animals we have, only four have been bought, all others were adopted and rescued. I have Never met anyone that rides a motorcycle that I couldn't trust with my life. Perhaps that's because I have never met a rider that is a judgemental ass like most. As you read, please do open your heart as well as your mind... remember that one of these bikers or a "freak" as some have perceived me, may just be the one to save your child's life or your own.
Love to all,
Patricia (Emerald_Hazard)
For all who Know Motorcycle Riders
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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 off.
I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.
Re post this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community .
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Love and respect to each and every one of you.
