Lilibit's blog: "bikers welcome"

BIKER THOUGHTS ETC Thoughts of a Biker God, yes, I'm a biker. Yes, your know what its like, You feel the vibrations, hear the sounds; You shift into gear and move away with easy, balanced, grace, Up hills, down hills, and long stretches of hi-way; God, yes, I'm a biker. You feel the wind, smell the earth, discover life, Twisting and turning, or running straight and true; You may chase a golden eagle, high in the bright, sunlit sky, Or seek a star at midnight, on the moon-lit horizon; God, yes, I'm a biker. You know freedom such as no other, You seek adventure, you seed solitude, you seek friendship, You are a friend to all and all, a friend to you; You are a nomad, exploring life, seeking your way, Without charts or directions to guide your way; God, yes, I'm a biker. Your know the feeling, seeing, smelling the early morning foggy air, As it gently caresses your face, and greets you on your way; You wave at others, as you pass by while they wave back, Wishing they were you, Just you and the bike and the world; God, yes, I am a biker'.Ride with me.

i got this prayer from kent and i love it so much since i make videos i made ome to long with it . it really means alot to me and i hope it wil mean some thing to all of you.

A VERY TRUE , YET EMOTIONAL WE ARE JUST BIKERS, PLEASE READ (I'm feeling touched) "I'm Just a 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 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 having their name tattooed on my skin 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 and a person with friends and a family. But, you didn't see me. Ride To Live, Live To Ride!